In the still of early mornings, I can hear him breathing.
It’s far more than the freckles and green eyes.
Despite distance and time, I am stirred by a heart loping in sync with another across the ocean.
And I miss him.
22 Feb
22 Feb
In the still of early mornings, I can hear him breathing.
It’s far more than the freckles and green eyes.
Despite distance and time, I am stirred by a heart loping in sync with another across the ocean.
And I miss him.