for erick.
Breath please, breath out and into me.
Make me work and function again.
Lips against my temples.
Fingers along my jaw.
Trace my little outline.
Paint in my old colors.
Once - Tan, blue and blonde - replaced now - by white, gray, and brown.
In need of comfort. Symbiosis.
Wrap your arms around my waist and smile for the camera.
For it, very well, could be 30 days until we stand like this again.
Both bittersweet and melancholy. Words say nothing.
3 more years...so 30 days isn't even something. ♥
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