I have the pictures on my wall, you know
the ones from that day on the beach
the sun had left tiny brown kisses on my skin
as if like they belonged there
there’s even that one where the salt water is dancing around my ankles,
begging me to stay within it’s reach
I think that’s my favorite
I just heard you walk in a little while ago
I felt you’re cool fingertips on the back of my neck, just five minutes ago
I can tell because my skin is covered in goosebumps
I know you’re finally here now, November
oh, how i’ll miss cold lemonade in the summer
but I think I love dark brewed coffee with hazelnut cream a little more
it goes well with those promises we make to each other around this time every year
the ones that wrap us in and hold us as warmly as a fall fire
“Go,
Dance in the leaves that are falling from the trees, they’ve missed you” you’d whisper
how I want to run outside everytime
that’s how you make me feel
like the end of anything can be a beautiful promise
promise
that we’ll be young
that we’ll love so hard that fall will shed from our eyes
that our colors will be vibrant and our skin tainted
that we’ll need to wrap ourselves up, quickly, in order to contain the heat of our passion
isn't that what you’re writing with your breath on my lips, right now?
I can feel you, inches from me
and I know you’re only temporary
you’ve barely just laid on my bed, but you’re the most beautiful promise of an end
but for now i’ll make you coffee and get lost in your falling eyes
I know one thing is for certain
you’re here for now
