Lightness rolls through the cracks,
and I feel the warm caress of the sun on my bare cheeks.
Kissing me in the ways that you did,
in the darkness of the night, hidden,
from a world that condemns the practice,
of love that is nothing but pure.

Hiding my face in a pillow,
that still faintly smells like you.
I inhale.
Reminiscing about the way your hands felt against
my bare stomach.
And how you told fit so perfectly against me,
that I could swear we were puzzle pieces made for each other.

A smile curves my lips in the way,
that you’re always trying to capture in a picture.
I know you may not be my forever,
although, I’d rip the world apart for you to be,
I am glad to say that at least you are my
right now.