there’s a feeling in this wind
it’s new
like the first love’s touch
it’s ticklish
like you writing love letters on my skin
it’s comforting
like you brushing my hair
it’s beautiful
like you.
And the next time you come back ,
I will be right here ,
in this living room ,
Snuggled up between couch and table ,
In our white shirt ,
sipping ‘that’ coffee ,
Grinning at you after creating a mess ,
And I tend to close my eyes ,
When I know you’re here to catch me ,
If I ever fall .