And here we are again.
I don’t know if I’ll ever get tired of staring at your brown,
chiseled face —
And every line,
And every curve in it that meet in edges.
I don’t know how I’d stop,
This fluttering in my chest,
Every time that same face shows up in my head,
In my dreams,
Here we are again,
Here I am again, rather.
I don’t know how much longer I could keep up with this.