Rereading all your letters, and mini post-its left in my wallet, they instill comfort into my solitude.
injecting you back into my veins. like your invisible hand clearing my weary eyes, i don't have to hide.
and even though a monsoon hit last night, i know we'll live like we always did: me, you and the world
i love how your tshirt feels on my skin, like a makeshift home of cloth.

"I hope you don't mind, i hope you don't mind that i put down in words; how wonderful life is, now you're in the world"