The noise is piercing when he isn't there.

The thoughts and worries juggle around like a poorly rehearsed circus act.

It's dangerous.

It's scary.

I'm scared

Of what the thoughts might say if he were to leave.

But then

Like a breath that stops a sentence,

It is silence.

His arms are the warmth that melts doubt.

His kiss is the first day of spring.

Just for a minute

The white room is empty and the thoughts

Have drowned.

I've got all the love

I have ever dreamt to find

When I have him on my find.