Warm rocks under your back, and the sun leaving red imprints on your eyes
The smell of freshly mown grass on a summer breeze
The taste that chocolate leaves in your mouth after a good meal, at midnight
Soft blankets on a winter Sunday, and slivers of light
And boys who wrap their arms around you, and carefully mess up their hair.
Old books with worn covers, that you read when you were eleven
And you still remember the feeling that each word gave you.
Meandering afternoons, where time stops for a few precious hours,
And everything feels within reach
Tired kisses that miss their mark, in the moment before you fall asleep.
Your first favourite song, replayed from fading memories and forgotten beliefs
And you find torn up band posters at the bottom of your closet with your oldest
pair of heels
Rushing out of the airport, pausing to take in your city at night
His cologne lingers on your skin, and you breathe it in as you turn out the light.