22112

It’s the comfort
Of my head
On your chest.
The heavy sense
Of realization
That you are mine.
And I’m dozing off
Silently wishing
That humans never
Had to sleep.
I can’t waste
A single second
So instead
I trace your jawline
Brush my fingertips
Against your stubble
Memorize the curves
Of your lips
Slightly parted
And watch
As your eyelashes flutter
Lids drooping
Over your glassy irises.
This is the way
I always remember you
And I would never
Change a thing.
I’ll never be
As happy
As I am
With you.