It had come to
the point
where I knew
the sound of
your breath better
than my own
and your laugh
felt more like
home than any
four walls could
ever offer.
and it was when
I missed you the
second you walked
away--
that I knew it was you.
(d.c.l)
YOU ARE READING
The Process
Poesíathese are the words that pulsed through your lips the very first time they kissed you
