I find my self again in this bed, wishing to be at the places in my head
When I close my eyes, I don’t see darkness anymore, I see the last moment my skin touched yours.
I’ve found myself trying to remember every curve I felt when I met your lips, from the skimming of skin, to the stories that we transcribed when your mouth met mine - I saw the ocean when your hands touched mine, I felt the breeze when I peered into your eyes.
There are so many things that bring me back to those times, but the thing I remember most is that golden fleck in your eye.
