I love it when you come back
to say something (so unimportant)
to kiss me goodbye
for one last time;
one more time,
my sweetheart.
I love it how you are just as addicted
to the kiss
to the touch
to the overwhelming euphoria of each other’s presence
I love it how we are inseparable
after so much drama
all the commotion
the insane stream of tears;
nonetheless,
together.