Letter 87

Dear You,

I forgot pen and paper

I’ve never done that before

The airport still makes me happy

People pass and I smile

A woman asked about the cranes

I’ve been folding

Keeps my hands busy

And calms my mind.

Thoughts of you move around me

Faster than the passengers

But these are not sad thoughts

They do not feel heavy

Or gray.

They feel still

Like the stars in last night’s sky

Fixated and bright

You and I kissing under the moonlight

You kissed me like you haven’t kissed me in a long time

Your hands on my face

Just your mouth pulled

To separate

“We haven’t kissed like this in a year”

You said

And kissed me more.

Your hands found their way around

My body

Like a familiar land

Hands outstretched

I found my way to your hips

Where they belong

And we stood in the night

And it was the first time

In the longest time

I knew we both felt like we were home.

Love, Me