you came back home after the storm
to a broken town with your dreams restored,
yet I crave you in your purest form-
those brown eyes could keep a frozen heart warm.

the stories are all on replay
as we remember life back in the day.
it was never meant for either of us to stay,
but I prefer our paths crossed in His own way.

our past is written all over our skin.
a delicate map- where do we begin?
you're a beautiful adventure; I'd get lost again
in perfect moonlight, just to see where you have been.

10.21.18