I’ve been asking the sun for an address to send my tears, but the wind just keeps on keeping on, which makes me wonder about the rain and how it doesn’t seem to just stop when the storms are necessary. I miss spring, I miss summer, I miss the reblooming of the flowers, I miss the heat and the warmth it brought. Something about it made me feel more alive. Sometimes when I think about you, I catch myself thinking twice. You’re never too far from my heart and maybe that’s what love is. There is no version of me that doesn’t love you, no bookmark that doesn’t have your heart stamped on my chest. The mouth is the softest part of the heart, and I want to pour the same red wine that buys movies for this memory. This is the only sacred space left where language remains intact. There was never really a way to walk away from you, was there? I’d stay up the whole night if it means getting to hear your voice, which somehow has become my favorite thing to listen to when the days are too long. Whatever this is, I’m in need of someone like you. I hope you can live with that.