The coffee maker grumbles at me

I grumble right back at it.

My bones crack

The smoke of your cigarette dances along your fingers

The smoke of your cigarette billows from your lips

My heart hurts

My eyes long for yours to reach mine like they did that summer

My ears long for your low notes to tingle them with love

My tongue is still

My senses ache to feel

My lungs are tight

My veins are light

I am alive

I am alive tonight 

“I love her, and that's the beginning and end of everything.” - F. Scott Fitzgerald

You're drowning. 

Eyes closed. Palms sweaty.
You've lost yourself.
Love is so perfect.

So perfect.

Why would you? Why would you ever need anything else?

The cliffs edge crumbled.

You're drowning.

“Think how you love me,' she whispered. 'I don't ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember.'
You'll always be like this to me.'
Oh no; but promise me you'll remember.' Her tears were falling. 'I'll be different, but somewhere lost inside me there'll always be the person I am tonight.”