it is cold and you are in my ears. i heard norah jones softly reminding me of every quiet moment we ever shared. i climbed on top of you and looked deeply into your eyes that night and felt the stars in my blood. everything was silenced except the vibration of my heart against yours. there was no music, there were no songs. but you flowed around me. you spoke to me in such a way.
the next morning you held my face in your hands and kissed me until the tears could not stop. i was leaving. you were staying.
ask me to return.