Every time it rains it becomes harder and harder for me to leave. Your bed is infinitely softer, your blankets keep me warmer, and its the curl of your legs that anchor me home.

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and sit by your window to smoke, and tonight, just, I realised the light from outside reflects back into your room onto your face and on the empty spot. All of a sudden, you looked very lonely and I felt cold, so I crawled back in and curled my legs up against yours.

Posted 19 1 2013


  1. lisieux posted this