You.
You are the summer nights when I roll my windows down and reach my arms out into the velvet night
You are the orange kiss of streetlights on wet pavement
and the long and dripping reflection of tail lights down city streets
You are a pale, red haired girl sitting at the bottom of a swimming pool
And the curls as ripples dance through her hair
And the long exhales through even lighter lungs
You are the warmth of two hands sliding into one another
And the pulse of tiny veins tapping each other
Like the gentle sound of a never-ending metronome
You are the whisper of a needle on vinyl in the breath before a song begins
A moment of anticipation
The second everything begins
You are quiet nights spent in someone else’s car
Listening to the rasp of old songs on ancient radios
And the spilling of salt across a deep blue twilight
You are a sleepy child sitting at the window
Watching the world fill with snow
Watching the world fill with snow
You are the soft edges of these winter evenings, when trees and hills and homes cover themselves in thick white blankets and drift into a peaceful sleep
You are the feeling of being cradled after a terribly long day
The brief and incessant ache
The blissful release as every nerve, muscle, and bone gives it’s weight unto something other
You are a room filled with candles
The half-lidded eyes that flicker with hundreds of lazy flames
The gentle glow that outlines only what must be seen and melts away all worry
You.
You occupy a space in my brain I’d never known was empty until it was filled with you
You.
You are all the little moments
All the tiny bits of this world that make my heart a little lighter
You are made of so many of these moments
Woven of thread that ties these memories together
The thread that holds every seam
It’s all in you
You.
You are all these things and more
With a voice like butter being smoothed on a piece of toast
You are made of stardust
You are an exquisite cosmic amalgamation of all the little things I like best in this world.
It’s all in you.
You.