to me,
you'll always be
tired eyes & tired sighs
tousled hair, tangled sheets,
and lazy sunday afternoons
the slow press of coffee
the first sip of morning air
the void between my fingers
time between seconds
the chill of my lungs
& the ache of my bones
you'll always be my reach
my want
my need
you'll always be
everything to me
- tyler kent
white
