I sat on your lap,my legs wrapped around your waist,the moonlight shining through,the air warm from the summer heat. I held you close to my chest,and you held me to yours.I kissed your forehead,ran my fingers through your curls,felt the rise and fall of your breathas the night held us in its quiet hands.

I have known you before,though your name was only a whisper in my bones.You arrived like a song I had forgotten I knew,your voice threading through my ribs,your touch like pages worn soft with longing. We spoke in the language of old souls,unraveling memories we had never shared,finding echoes in each other’s quiet places.Your past…

This song reminds me of you.Like a sharp blade, no, a soft petal.I can never quite tell the difference. This song reminds me of you.And the orchard, and the wind at my back,and my farm dog chasing me, tongue out,before I knew what it meant to chase,before I knew what it meant to lose. This…

We’re sprawled across my bed, the room dim except for the soft glow of the Summer sunset bleeding in through the blinds. The world feels thick, like we’re floating through honey, the edible hitting just right. Everything is funny now. Then he gasps. I turn my head lazily. “What?” His eyes are wide. “What if……