I am aching to again feel the desperate beating of my heart, the cautious resting of my lips against your forehead,

Praying I can ease my breathing into something reminiscent of being calm and unbothered –

You smell like the spirit of America and midnight rain ; you catch me by surprise they same way as 3am snowflakes… A cold and calm blessing

Refreshing the air around me, offering a sweet innocence I’ve never before tasted.