Monday, December 7, 2009

Your lips touching mine in the photobooth

Softer her laugh, the color of summer. Brighter her smile, the warmth of the sun. I'm inside out, she puts me back together.

Conversations and discussions between the two of us. Tangled up in the airwaves of a phone call. Miles between the beds they lay in is only physical separation. This distance is a killer. So close you can hear her breathing even though she's far away. A cruel tease to be certain. The confessions told to one another are the most honest he's ever been. Trying to hold back feelings to make things less difficult has become like lying. All he wants is to tell her the things he wants her to know.

He wants her to know that he is a better man when she's around. In the dark, when it's cold, she keeps him warm. And the world is that much more brighter because she's in it.

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