Your scars are visible and my broken heart waters my eyes.

Tension and doubt have kissed me on the mouth and said their goodbyes.

As the night sweeps in and my head lays down on your chest.

My heart beats to a calm, steady pace.
I rest.

One two. One two.

A little smile escapes my mouth, raising the corner of my lips.

We weren't meant to fall in love.
But here we are, beating all the odds.

Maybe we are doomed.

But here. Now.
I am right where I want to be.

With you.

On this rainy day,
I listen to the sound.

I tune in deeply and hear thousands of droplets meet their death.

I close my eyes and am taken away.

To a place where my mind is as blank as an untouched journal.

Still.
Lonely.
Rainy days remind me of you.

The last I saw the rain tickle the windows, I had your body wrapped around me tight.

Our fingers intertwined.
Your heart beat against mine.

Even though it's cold outside,
my skin remembers your warmth.

Your lips running down my centre
like the drops down the glass.

The scent of the rain like the scent of your hair, as you bury into my neck.

The moisture in the air like it is between the sheets.

Escaped from the world and its troubles, when it's us two.

On this rainy day,
I miss you.

Sharp rough floor
The car rolled
Blood, glass, cold
I'm sorry, I said
I'm sorry, she said

Sometimes I catch myself mid-task
and I realise that I exist.

My age. Here. Now.
The chances of my soul
having my life
are incredibly small.

Sometimes I catch myself mid-kiss
and I realise that you exist.

Your age. Here. Now.
The chances are even smaller.

Sometimes I catch myself mid-gaze,
eyes locked and I realise
that somehow,
your existence
has intertwined with mine.

Seven billion other souls.

Yet, I found you.
You found me.
The chances are infinite.

Sometimes I catch myself mid-wonder
and I realise that
if the smallest choice
so far was different.

Your soul would not have met mine.

And my true love
would have lived their life
without knowing
or experiencing my existence.

Sometimes I catch myself.
I simply smile.

How did I get so lucky?

Maybe I'm still dreaming.