Dear You
what I want most
The bed is tiny so we’re tangled close together. The clock on the desk blinks and it’s 3:30pm. The window is a rectangle of bright directionless sunlight leaking from behind the curtains. I have to leave in exactly one hour.
Your fingers trace gently up my side, over my shoulder, down my arm. The pattern repeats. I want to stay forever. I want this moment to slip into the next and never stop. I want it fiercely.
Your fingers trace gently up my side, over my shoulder, down my arm. The pattern repeats. I want to stay forever. I want this moment to slip into the next and never stop. I want it fiercely.