I drink you in as I trace your body with my eyes
Start at your feet, absorbing every inch of you
As I watch you, the mid-afternoon light shines in the window
It soaks into your skin as you sleep
I can't help but whisper "I love you".
I think.
I love you in every way possible
But I love your imperfections the most
The slight protrusion of the right elbow, an old sports injury
The wisps of hair that cover up your part
The freckles of your face
The way your lower lip sticks out when you laugh
The bottom row of crooked teeth
The freckle on your right eye lid
The speckle of green in your brown eyes
These things make you who you are
They remind me that life is beautiful in its imperfections not its perfections.
You stay asleep. Your hands to your sides. Body straight.
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale again.
Dum Dum. Dum Dum. Your heart beats.
The clock ticks. Tick tick ticktick tick tick ticktick.
The last hours before you leave.
I just lay there drinking you in as I trace your body with my eyes.
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