your slight presence could break me into a grin so wide I couldn't breathe and quite frankly,
I don't care,
because it's just another way that you steal my breath.

as I sigh in a room of grey,
you are the blinding ray of golden
something so precious,
my hands must feel what it is like to be intertwined with your 22 carat digits,
to be laced into your emerald encrusted heart,
to fall through your platinum, cold exterior.

that room of grey no longer prompts a sigh,
those sighs that once came as naturally to me as searching for you now does,
your breath still lingers on that spot just below my ear where your words danced into my body and to the melody of my beating heart.

you pleaded for me to remember your face
how could I forget?
the 22 carat woman who stole my breath.

~ T.T