I’m all smoked out, drunk way too much coffee.
But thankfully the air feeds me.
I breathe it in, I breathe the magic, the possibilities.
I breathe in wander and those forgotten dreams.
All all those memories I hold dear, well they’re in the air too.
Floating as love.
Nothing ever gets lost in between.
In between here and where you want to go.
Everything is worth waiting for.
Every single thing has its place in time, to happen and to be completely embraced by every part of you.
Your scent, lingering on.
Every single memory stored away,
in my special box of magic.
I will never forget that warm place. Your heart tucked next to mine.
I want our fires to burn together. But first it needs your flame.
If only we knew what was to happen next.
Patience is the biggest test.
Magic happens, it really does.
It comes like the freshest breathe of wind, then it tips you over.
So all that is left are your two arms and hands reaching out.
Reaching out to be held, caressed,
And to know that you’re enough…
When it’s the wrong place,
the wrong time
and maybe even the wrong lifetime.
When your whole life you have dream’t about this.
The way it felt,
the way you made me feel.
When letting go,
is the hardest thing.
Because in you’re presence I felt so much of me than I have ever felt.
When you’re gone,
I can still smell you.
Your scent lingering on everywhere and anywhere.
Come back to me,
even just in our dreams.
Kiss me again,
a million and a trillion more times.