I’ll take you to the crazy fortune-teller who told me you were the one
make you feel the goose bumps I got every time your toe brushed against mine
show you the patch of grass in your garden above which the fireflies always hovered
help you see how unforgettable the scar on your nose looked under a candle’s flame
draw you a bath with lavender bath oils and the perfect balance between hot and cold
drive you to the pier with the windows down so you could feel the air behind your ears
hold you like I did the night the fire came raging  at us but,

for now, I’ll sleep begging God to let me feel you next to me once again.