“When the morning comes – let it go, this too shall pass.”
- Ok Go
You know, it’s funny, standing here again, looking at you. The déjà vu fuzzy behind my eyes and a scratchy feeling in my stomach which tries to say: “See, I told you so. What goes around comes around.”
I reach up and your hair is like dogs ears – so soft. You smile, not for the first time today or in our lifetime and tell me you love me. It’s been so long since I first met you, leaves crunchy and Plath pages passing through my fingertips while slivers of orange were suggested like little offerings of friendship.
In your arms I now find comfort and acceptance. In your arms, I am home.
lovely