5,000 Miles

I hear the sound of the wind mingling with my closed blinds as the autumn breeze sneaks its way through the summer screen.

But the more prominent sound is the sound of my beating heart thumping through my spine, causing the apartment to shake.  My head is dizzy with thumps and my eyes exhausted from holding themselves open, so I close them.  I breathe in and out real slowly, trying to calm down the earthquakes in my chest, trying to make my head so still that the earth doesn't spin anymore upon the opening of my dry eyes.

I can't help but think of you and your perfect way.  I think about a few months ago how I sat in the passenger seat of your black car and held your hand tight, glancing over to look at your beautiful resting lips.  The way your eyes were slimmed by the island heat and your soft arms gently brushed against mine now and then as you pulled my arm a little closer.  I just wanted to kiss you, so I did, whenever I got the chance.

The bubbled waves gurgled their salt at the edge of where we sat as the sand entered into my veins, flowing directly into my calmly pumping heart.  The sun shone down into our sunkissed hair as the sound of smiles went in one ear and out the other, as we only needed our own to keep our eyes firmly planted on each other.

We shared a smoothie together and with each strong sip I would look over to your warm body that was meant to hold mine on the same continent, although we were separated by salt water so deep that we would have to move mountains and build bridges to melt together.  I sucked in each second, leaning against my missing puzzle piece, blissfully meditating to the calm stability of your rising and falling chest, each breath perfectly syncing to mine.

I would walk five thousand miles if it meant I got to have you again, and each day I wait for the oceans to dry, eagerly awaiting the moment that I get to be in your arms again.  They were seemingly made just to hold me.