let your worries dissolve in the rosewater, but if they are stubborn, do not drown them.
the freckles spattered across your face look like paint when you run your fingernail over the bristles.
he has glowing skin, but premature eye lines.
he has his bare feet on hot summer gravel while you’d much rather sleep in the shade.
you worry about his reckless, coffee stained grin. you wince when you hear the rip of a motor engine, and the smell of tobacco ashes burns your nose hairs.
but he worries about you, too.