There is a crescent moon embedded in the flesh of my palm.
Its a reminder, insidious, slipping to the back of my mind throughout the day, but always waiting.
Here's a moment, a flash of feeling--it sets my heart racing, and my throat closes around your name.
I dreamt of you, last night.
A brilliant sunset, your arms around me, and a question.
"You didn't realize you'd love me this much, huh?"