You pulled me close and I smelled leather, the scent of rain clinging and weaving through you like ivy. Your breath rustled like the trees we climbed together, laughing and carefree. My eyes were as blue as the dead sea and yours only looked at me. We sat in those branches, warm and safe.
Sometimes in the dark the smell of morning dew and fresh leather hits me and I feel a melancholy too intense to understand. I hear your breath next to me. My eyes used to be as blue as the dead sea, yours are a distant memory. Now I sit in these branches, cold and alone, wondering when you will come home to me.
~~ Ah, the shivers of loneliness along my arms. ~~