Do you ever wonder why we had that extra night? Like it was gifted to us. I don’t always believe in higher powers or things happening for a reason, but it’s things like this that make me question it all.
My flight was cancelled, do you remember? The winds were too strong – planes couldn’t take off. They had to put all the travelers up in an airport hotel. An inconvenience to most travelers, sure. But for us? But now? All I can think about is how grateful I am to have had that one extra night indulging in you. As if some higher power knew what greater storm we were about to face, so it stirred up that wind storm and kept me close to you.
One extra night in the same time zone, where it wasn’t London and New York. Just you and me.
One extra night spent laughing with you between every kiss. One extra night with our bodies intertwined between the sheets. One extra night sharing dinner together, smiling and chatting without a care in the world. One extra night sleeping with my arms holding you tightly against me and refusing to let go. One extra night singing along to show tunes and giggling as we stumbled over the wrong words.
One extra night of love.
One extra night of warmth.
One extra night of us.
One extra night of all the things I miss most.
One extra night of all the things I didn’t appreciate enough until long after my flight touched back down.
I wish when I kissed you goodbye, I knew it was a goodbye forever. I never would’ve come up for air. I would’ve drowned in the taste of your mouth on mine, over and over again.
I still look for you in every book. In every lyric. In every line of poetry. In every episode of television. In each movie I watch for the hundredth time. I still look for you among a sea of strangers in a crowded room. In the emptiest of places. In every piece of artwork. I still look for you, even in my loneliest dreams.
the silent self mutilation of climbing into fresh bedsheets dusted with the scent of you and gripping tight, realizing all my nights are spent sleeping with a ghost.
hundreds of red rose petals and all the reasons I’ll always love you, set ablaze and scattered like ashes lost in the wind.
It was always there, an ocean between us. But now? It feels like galaxies. Like I’m light years from home and can never find my way back.
Do you still think of me as you fall asleep?
Do you reach for me in the middle of the night
the way I still reach for you?
But your intelligence
is what ignites a fuse inside me
stroke my thigh,
And I feel the lightning
shoot all the way
up into my soul
I hate how I still see you,
in even the smallest of things
You didn’t have to write them down,
For me to feel the impact of your words
If I didn’t know better, I’d capture the stars for you
Illuminate every inch of mischief you keep buried
The whisky we drink warms our throats, coats our inhibitions
But I keep drinking, fuzzy thoughts of you keeping me company
Darling, you’ve got a lover waiting for you
Yet here you are —
If I didn’t know better, I’d say you wanted me, too.
Give me one night alone with you
I’d let it happen, let myself fall
If I didn’t know better.
But I do, I do.
But you’ve got me feeling again, opening up
My thoughts finally settling inside my noisy head
If I didn’t know better, I’d want this
I’ve been waiting for you, I’ve ached for you
And now you’re here, I want you to stay
If I didn’t know better, I’d ask you to.
I crossed a line, I want you to be mine.
In my arms, in my bed,
In my heart, in my head.
You’re captured me, all yours, all yours.
If I didn’t know better, I’d find a way.
I saw poetry in your eyes and, right then and there, I knew I was under your spell.
One day I’ll stop hoping
That your words were written
With me in mind