I find you in the smallest breath,
in the quiet books,
the thundering rain,
sunflowers,
the light sound of wind chimes.
Your eyes are so out of reach,
and your lips have never pressed against my skin.
But still I see you,
still I have you.

"love me"
it came as the smallest of whispers.
a swell in tempo, a rise in rhythm.
the words swirl around me like a thousand orbiting galaxies,
Dipped in a golden light that had followed me from the heavens,
They wrap around you, hug your sides, caress your soft lips.
These words are yours, but over time, they faded,
and they've become mine.