You wrap your arms around me.
I rest my face on your chest and close my eyes.
You kiss the top of my head.
I inhale,
taking in your fragrance that I am so familiar with.
And ever so lightly,
the knot in my chest,
which had settled itself in place when you left,
unravels.
YOU ARE READING
Sweet and Salty
PoetryPoetry. Some sweet. Some salty. Some almost both. Some maybe neither. All mulled over to be relatable or nearly there. PS: All images have been taken from pinterest. DM if you have any issues.
