thirty days and i'm still searching for the feeling of you
you know that feeling. the one that counts its way up my vertebrae and slinks up my arms; the one that sets the back of my neck on fire; the one that makes me feel both safe and terrified at once.
and trust me, love, i've tried. i searched for it in people, both wrong ones and right ones. i searched in the extra notches of my belt; in the bottoms of wine bottles; at the empty bar stool; out the dark subway window; even in old photographs from before i met you.
and i guess i've come to the conclusion that that feeling was one of the universe's cold, cruel tricks, that i was blessed once to feel nothing but sparklers in my heart and now cursed to sink deeper and deeper in an neverending hunt -
but still.
still.
i have hope.
