you hold the keys..
but i wish that i knew for certain you weren't abusing the lock.
it's just an unmistakable jumble, slanting inwards upon itself.
like a country house with too much snow on the roof.
eventually, it will collapse.
if something should happen, i don't want to be left alone.
the throbbing pain gets worse each day.
to feel...
to feel your head upon my chest.
to feel the touch of your hand.
to feel your warmth radiating on me like the warm summer sun.
i have these blankets.
sometimes -i feel they are all i have.
{correction}
you are not abusing the lock.
i think you are infusing the lock with everything it needs.
i love you.
forever.
take my hands and eyes
but i beg you this,
offer me one kiss.
our photograph stays in my view at all times.
my eyes wander to it frequently.
what a beautiful face.