For all the times we’ve spent on yearning each other’s bodies; tracing lifelines on each other’s skin — to kissing all the specks of stars on our tongues. I would’ve waited an eternity for a far-flung reality than end the flickers of wonder that is you. Taking you all in. The beauty. The absurdity. The other side of fear. Oftentimes disheartening. And knowing that nothing is ever promised. Waging wars on myself To let go of the hope burning inside me. Running towards trepidation. Gasping for air, of time running out.
You’ve managed to weasel your way throughout my day again. Not as much as before, but still.