I notice how soft your breathing is
and imagine your heartbeat gets fast when I kiss you
how lonely the tips of your fingers are
when they aren’t touching my skin
and I imagine how nebulous your thoughts must be
when I’m whispering in your ear

It’s been two months since I’ve last seen you
and all I can think about
is if you’re thinking of me
I dream of having you back with me for the rest of time
but eight months to the rest of our lives
has your head spinning
doesn’t it, dear?

The storm taught me how to dance
while you were at sea
so that I would have something to show you
when you got back
you see, I would try to write you something beautiful
but I’m afraid I don’t know enough words

I freeze because I realize
every emotion I’ve ever felt is carried in his laughter
and all he has in me is a title
and something to come back to

and I’m strung up here wondering
if you’re wondering about me
when I know all you’re thinking about
is where you’re at
and when you’re getting home

h.s.