take me back to the days when the night sky was our only blanket; when it felt like planets colliding every time we kissed. i want to feel the way i did when you told the ocean how much it looked like me: deep and mysterious and always changing, always moving. wild enough to strengthen a storm, calm enough to sing you to sleep. you said you always wanted to drown in my abyss. nowadays, all i can think about is whether the shoreline remembers the imprint of our bodies sprawled upon it. i wonder if it misses our warmth the way i miss yours. sometimes i think about you with her: how it must feel like sunlight streaming through your veins every time you touch. i just hope, even sometimes, you still miss the rain.