I feel like I've misplaced something
Between rising before the sun and laying down again after the moon has rose, there are these moments where I feel like I've misplaced something. Like, half of my soul isn't with me, like it's still tucked under the covers at home. It's these moments when I miss him so much that I can feel my body physically craving his. His skin, his weight, his lips, his fingertips and his arms. It seems like an eternity since I've last looked into his green eyes and felt the planets aline and the earth rotate with the world spinning around us while we're perfectly still. Like everything is exactly where it's supposed to be.