Your name coats my tongue and my mouth waters at the sound of it.
The scent of you in my blanket twists my lips into a smile,
And I hum the tune of a song I don't know.
Memories of you curl themselves around my fingers
And I find myself stuck to the image of you lying in my bed.

Flea market jars and costume jewelry,
Full moon light
And the stars hiding behind the trees so we have to huddle close to point at the same ones.
Saturday morning breakfast
And the smell of your clothing after you've stoked a campfire -
The are the only reasons I've ever wanted to wake up early.

Everything I thought i knew
Ceased to be true the moment
You smiled my way.
The green of the sky dropped out
And purple doves shot rainbows out their eyes.
Nothing in the world is as it was,
But my hand is in yours
And there's no more denying
It all makes sense.

She was too busy screaming
*******
To hear him quietly realizing his mistakes.
But eventually the world went quiet,
And as she retreated to lick her wounds and move on,
He learned her favorite song and sang it patiently,
Every night,
Until the melody lead her back home.

Many nights I spent
Acquainting myself with the speed of my ceiling fan
While I tried not to think of you.
Your sounds,
Your smell,
How my insides felt heavier when you were not around.
As I look at my fan,
Lying on my back quietly,
Its only job is to keep me cool,
As you keep me warm.

Jumping rope with the alphabet
As I toss and turn all night,
Splattering ramblings across my eyelids
While I dream of you,
Your laughter,
A lullaby that eases me into the darkness not in fear,
But in comfort.
The guesses have been removed and now
I don't lie awake at night
Wondering if our bedtime story was simply unfinished.

The strongest hands that have ever grazed my lower back
Hold my face with such delicacy,
It's clear you're not here to hurt me.
I swore
I'd never return here
I'd never go back to this place
But what's safe
Can't be argued,
And I've never slept more soundly
Than I do beside you.