It’s been a while since I felt that tingle in my nose.
The one that tells you tears are about to fall.
But I hid under your snowflake bedspread watching clouds fall instead.
Only because I wasn’t ready for you to see me.




You snuggled with me nose to nose.
And I never felt a hug go right through me until that day.
Where I swear you touched more than the skin that stretched over my bones.
Your fingers gripping ever inch of my soul.



And I loved it.




I left feeling choppy and unfinished.
Like the book I so often try to write in.
Like the water on my dresser that’s always left with more than a few drops.
It’s where my life’s been lately. Unfinished.




The only part that seems complete is you.

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