Every night.
I picture you
And your laugh
And smile
And eyes
And smell
And the thought of your arms wrapping me up in your safety.
And how I think you’re the most
Perfect
Human being on earth.
And how
I could listen to you talk
On and on
For hours at a time
And never become bored with the sweet sound of your voice.
Or how you’re always on my mind.
You practically live in there.
You snuck into my soul
And heart.
You noticed the broken parts.
Right now you’re in there
Stitching up
Every last shattered piece of me
You can
Possibly
Find.
And I cannot thank you enough.
