Air

I miss the way your heart beats next to mine.

And your words like winds tickle my ears as you whisper in the din. I miss holding your hands in a crowd. It transports me to a place where I am alone in the world, with you. The way you touch my soul, and drink the sunlight from my skin.

Your kisses so vividly high.

I even miss the fights. The way you rush out and slam the door. And it infuriates me how easy you walk out. Yet it worries me because I consider, on so many occasions, if the door will ever open again.

You can come back now?