Posted in Blog, Creative Writing, Personal, Writing

Familiar

I was alone,

unbearably so,

until you came home,

and in an instant,

each moment felt so familiar.

Memories,

breathing on their own,

pacing the room,

chasing the fantasies that had eluded me.

The air spoke to me,

softly whispering your name,

as I fell,

free,

on familiar sheets,

heat that felt like home.

I sang along to intimate melodies,

that I knew by heart,

my heart,

fluttering and reaching for your own.

You came home,

and I cried as we fell asleep,

because,

before,

I was an autopsy,

but you created an angel,

with your kiss.

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