i want to go back to that moment where we could see our breath in the cold air and you had the wind in your hair, where the friction from your touch was enough to keep warm, where it was just you and i
and a million stars, not including the ones in our eyes. i miss it and you so much, the air, the stars, and your electric touch.
YOU ARE READING
creating constellations
Poetryan abundance of space metaphors and you. #1 in poetry 6/7/16
