Your freckles were like constellations in the sky of my in love mind.
as you slept next to me I would play connect the dots with them... tracing ever so gently to not wake you.
Your smell brought me comfort... I would stick my nose against your neck for a nostril swig of your scent. You always smelt of outdoors and cedar wood.
Your warmness all around me... you would roll over to take me in.....then... and I would fall into your nook of cozy comfort ... I now have your arm of freckles to draw on.... splendid
your body had become my home... I knew those constellations like the back of my hand...
... today the rain falls and your not here..My bed is empty...my home wanders this earth without me... and my constellations have been covered by clouds. I’ll never get use to this... I just want to play connect the constellations again.
_Frey Ley
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