silver and gold│j.hs ✔

☼ xix

that night, three weeks later, as i lay down again, i felt the bed dip.

i felt someone's warm embrace again.

warm hands wrapped on my stomach.
wings enveloped my body.

i didn't want to talk.
i just wanted to appreciate him being back again.
i whirled around. i looked at his eyes.
it was still the same; silver and piercing.

i didn't cry.
he didn't, either.

i searched for his hands, which was wrapped around my back now, hands clasped.

i held his hand.
warm.

and filled with new scars.

i wanted to ask him so many things.
so many things i wondered over the past few weeks.

where did you go?
what did you do?

i didn't speak.
instead, i put his fingers against my lips and kissed it. i kissed his fingers. i kissed his hand. i kissed the scars on his palm.

he didn't say anything.
i didn't, either.

i just pulled myself to his warm chest.
he wrapped his arms around me again the way he always does.

i sniffed his perfume.
even after the long time he was away, he still smelled the same.
i put my ear close to his chest and listened to the lullaby that is his heartbeat.