There is no instinct like that of the heart.
~ Lord Byron
something has happened to me.
i am wandering about this new chapter,
wondering if the pages are real.
you make me virtually weak in the knees
this voice i escape into on weekend mornings
words i surround myself with, walking into your sea
i close my eyes and imagine seeing your face up close. the way you might look at me across that room as i make my way towards you. how your skin will smell when your arms wrap around my waist and i bury my face in your neck. the world and how it will change with our conversation and the way you will make me laugh and think and open my eyes. drifting off to sleep and those quiet mornings before you awake, breathing in our little sanctuary, slipping into the hot water, and hoping it will never end.
how do you miss lips you’ve never kissed, a chest you’ve never laid your head against while falling asleep, hands that have never rubbed the kinks out of your shoulders, a low voice you’ve never heard whispering you goodnight as you drift off next to each other?
i just do.
once you called me a star.
tonight, i am shining.