Today I woke up to the warm feeling of your love, more delicate than I’d seen it in you. More sweet and delicious, more ripe, more bare.
I wish I could hold onto every thread of your love, your warm love, keep counting all the places you spelled my name with flowers in the trees.
I wish you loved the freedom in my soul as much as you loved the idea of me. I’ll see you now and again, in dreams where you visit me.
Aug 23, 2023
Aug 23, 2023 at 4:15 AM UTC
Today I woke up to the warm feeling of your love, more delicate than I’d seen it in you. More sweet and delicious, more ripe, more bare.
I wish I could hold onto every thread of your love, your warm love, keep counting all the places you spelled my name with flowers in the trees.
I wish you loved the freedom in my soul as much as you loved the idea of me. I’ll see you now and again, in dreams where you visit me.