“Strawberry Moon”

The feeling to be completely loved in the cone of their presence. Then you finally come home with limp limbs and hickey’s on your neck. You stare at the ceiling and wonder; how long will this last? Then you wake up the next morning, all drowsy, your hair in your eyes, your mascara is smudged to your jaw, yet your door is making noise, you have to let the love in, but then the door will be closed eventually. Home will be quiet again, there will be less dishes in the sink, no flowers in a vase.