I slowly came into consciousness the next morning with something soft and foreign pressing to my shoulder blade. It took me a long moment to realize that it was, indeed, his lips that were what i was feeling and it was, indeed, his arms around my waist and it was, indeed, his legs entwined with mine halfway below slightly grubby sheets just in view without turning my head. I didn't want to wake him and ruin the moment that was probably not even real outside of my imagination. I'd realized by now that it tended more often than not to make up dreams and fantasies like this to make me happy, even if only for a moment.

But even trying my hardest, everything had to end sometime. He began to stir after what felt like only moments after I, myself, had first opened my eyes. I first felt him shift around me, then his lips spread tight over his mouth in what I thought was a smile. "Good morning," he murmured against my skin, his voice deep and low and sending little vibrations across my spin. He pressed his lips harder to my shoulder, then buried his face into the space between my back and his chest. He tightened his grip around my middle and wrapped the looser of the two legs once more around them. Maybe this could last forever, I wished more than thought.

If you were to ever
want to return to me
I think that I would
rip apart the atmosphere
(tear it so shreds)
to close the distance between us
that has been growing exponentially
since you left

Cover the moor in fog so I cannot see if I am walking off the cliff by the sea I stood by so many sunsets in a row into the rocks below; I do not want to be responsible for my own death, but it does not mean I would not welcome it with open arms and a calm smile.

Do not remember us as
the two pieces of a puzzle
for the fact that they
eventually fell apart in the rain
but rather as the only other half
we ever truly loved;

We were indeed two passing clouds
who happened to coalesce
in the most beautiful sunset

Do not write
of how I said
I would never leave;
Write about the good things,
like how we helped each other
discover parts of ourselves
we didn't know existed

You pulled an old newspaper over my head
when the downpour became torrential;
I regret my choice to leave you,
with your raw kindness and quirky protection,
for his modern umbrella and shiny raincoat