I can’t help but think back to the times you would pull me against you while we slept.
A heap of love and sweat and familiarity.
An action of endless devotion, even in our subconscious.
There was something so soft about it,
so sweet.
Like the stars had come down to cradle me through dreams.
There was nothing that could hurt me in those moments.
Tangled up in you, softly snoring the night away.
I remember.
I remember.
I remember everything.