Our love songs create a path we stroll through as we still hold hands. We take it to the ocean, and I forever cease to frown because you hold my wrists and spin me around in a little dance across the soft, warm sand. The water and the sky stretch in calm blue, and the soft, salty breeze gently kisses the faces of me and you; the gentle orange sunlight spills over the city's rooftops and cars and coast, and gives your eyes just the right glimmer before you drop them to the little fish between your toes. It's only now that I know that the air can be so clean without codeine—I beg you to stay in your wake and in your sleep because, darling, I don't want the lights off for me.
