The good morning texts,
the late-night messages to greet you when you wake.

Counting down the weeks,
the days, the hours.
Knowing your smile will greet me soon.

Needy lips against my own,
weeks of greed and love and longing behind each kiss.

The warmth of your body
reminding me I’m safe,
reminding me I’m home.

I’m needy.
Always needy for the comfort of you.

One More Night

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.

Where I Find You

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.

2,432 Miles

The moon and sun are 91,150,417 miles apart,
Do they ever wish they could be closer?

If I could mend the gap between us
I’d do so in a heartbeat

Have you wake up in my arms
My fingers brushing through your hair
In a place where we share the same sunlight.

But the gap is there
And I’m stuck wondering what we could’ve been.

The roads between us seem long.

And just like that,
I’m envious of the sun shining through your bedroom curtain
For it gets to kiss your skin each day

But what keeps me going
Is the assurance that we share the same moon,
The same stars, the same sun.

I may see the morning sun before you, but it’s still the same sun.

And then I remember
You’re the sun to my moon.
And while the moon and sun are 91,150,417 miles apart,
Every so often, they’ll both appear in the sky simultaneously.

And someday, the miles between us won’t be so monumental.