hand on leg

When next we meet – I will wear purple

It’s been 119 days since we met.

Since I breathed in your scent at the delicious point where your shoulder meets your neck.

Under the crisp collar, a tender spot that lures me everytime we meet to breathe deeply and sigh, and smile.

Home I think.

Home I feel.

This is home, I hear myself saying.


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