almost 27

Maybe not in this life but we are or were. My soul is pulled to you, as if it would leap right out of my chest and into your heart. Somewhere sometime we have loved and it must of been magical. You are magical.

I miss your body movements as we intertwine

If I’d had known the last time I kissed you would be the last time I’d kiss you, I would have kissed you a little harder, a lot longer.

A kiss I would remember, a kiss you couldn’t forget.

How do you know when I’m needing you, a shoulder, a cry, a love.

How do you know what my soul needs?

Have you touched it?

Are you in my soul

Here

You said “oh that’s today?”

I knew what to expect when I went into that delivery room.

I don’t look like her anymore, the girl who doesn’t know grief.

I’ll never be the 15 year old girl whose dad is alive again.

I’ll never be the 26 year old woman who doesn’t know the pain of burying her daughter.

it’s been years since we’ve seen each other.

so much has changed, yet he feels just the same. safe, comfortable, warm.

does he feel it to? do I feel the same to him?

this is what desire feels like

we’re 27 this year, both with other people