Darling, if that moment had lasted any longer I'm sure I wouldn't have made it back.

I'm sorry, I was never able to move you with words. You deserved to feel like the only women in existence and the only one with my absolute love.  I've thought it out a thousand times the perfect poem to make you remember me.  I wasn't born with a spark in my fingertips or on my lips.  I know there's no debating that and if there was it wouldn't matter. I've filled notebooks and laptops with thousands of words but they will never do what you did; with a smile. I've spent months trying to forget everything about you but somehow I seem to just remember more. I've been embedding  you into the very seams of my skin, the last layer of protection for the faulty skeleton I've become.

I wish to be that one constellation of freckles on your body that only you know about.

I remember you standing at the tip of the shore as lights from a near by bridge reflected off the waves. You motioned back and fourth as you walked me through your day. I tried to miss it but I couldn't, there was a look at one point and it was so clear we messed up. I wanted to be there so badly and for once you, who never has enjoyed the long term-company of anyone; wanted the same. A pair of  arms wrapped around you to comfort the chill and a warm pair of lips to greet your forehead. I imagined your feet tangled in mine as we spoke throughout the night of space and time. How vast and unforgiving, was the universal theme and how amazing it was to finally feel some comfort. At that point it didn't matter if the sky fell because we my dear, were falling with it.(I never was a fan of  parachutes)

I've been living with such delicate walls here, bracing at every slight  disturbance. At night I imagine the outline of your body surrounded by a billion stars. Even in all that beauty it's hard to excuse the pressure of his finger prints throughout your skin.

Darling you are so rough around the edges and yet your skin is as soft as dandelion pedals.