I found myself laying down
In a pile of your old clothes
Inhaling the smell of old spice
Fresh and crisp
Mixed with a tinge of musk
And a brush of coconut
A scent that is undeniably you
Unexplainable
It just is
Where everything else in the world
Is ambiguous
It feels like a pair of well worn
joggers
A magic fit
Favorite
Article of clothing.
Falling down
The rabbit hole
Eyes transfixed on the white ceiling
Daydreaming about the feel of your hands
Entwined with mine
The sound of the birds
On our daily walks
The way you laugh at me
when I walk down the stairs
With sleep in my eyes
You with a spatula
making chickpeas for dinner
My absolute worst nightmare
Filling up Jars
With our daily
Happenings.
Like Fireflies
Can the world stop here
Before father time moves forward
Before the light in our mind’s eye
Worn with age
Dims
Before the image fades
And the details blur?