I’m looking for it again.
I’m looking for the place that feels
as right as 2 am in the middle of the street,
underneath the soft glow of the street light,
right beside the drooping willow
and calming dark forest.
I’m searching for it again.
Because the breeze against my face
reflects the spot along your chest
where my head and your heart became one.
Where all that was left of me came undone.