chapter 140
"reminding me of who I am"
If I could stay suspended in his words,
I would be a poet
that compared to no one
his voice sounds like
my summer and my future
I think I'm in love
with the way he blinks:
so soft and subtle
but its enough to make me fear
closing my eyes,
in case I miss it.
and everything he does, reminds me
that I am the universe
I contain galaxies and energy
also dancing within him
and I think that is the greatest part,
I am always with him.
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