so stay the heck here and stop making me be afraid that with every day that goes you go as well.
i only want to trace itineraries on your forehead and lose my dreams in your arms and exhale wishes on the steamy window of your car and cry green tears tasting of gin and tonic which you will hold in the palms of your hands and when you have no more room you will hide them in jars in the room at the back where there's always cold because the heater doesn't work
i can't be like this if you are not here and my cheeks tremble only when i feel your presence in the room
if you need the certainty that i will be here when you come back well then, just so you know, i will be waiting everyday at our place especially at 9.36am and i will think about how lovely would have been for you to kiss me then but i will smile because you were so happy that you didn't know what to do
stay here don't make me ask you again
I have written this years ago and have just re-discovered it... Funny how you learn from your old self.