You’re always leaving me. You make it hard to stay, to breathe.
I hear the pounding of my heart, a series of uncertain knocks in my chest.
Is anyone home? No, we’ve camped out for the nighttime, underneath a canopy of trees.
I wait for him to break the silence again. I sense his smile in the darkness, his soft laughter. Its gentleness is at odds with his tight arms around me.
Our faces are tipped to the celestial night, our fingers laced, our whispers becoming fog,
Gone by dawn.