I'll See You in Moab

I lay my head on your chest. Now, I think, we are finally alone. The room grows comfortably still. You run your fingers through my hair, and I close my eyes. I do not pull away but lean into you, accepting every sensation. Forgiving you was the best thing I could have done. I am not one to stay angry long, love conquers me thoroughly. You inhale, and take my exhale with you. And so, you breath me in. In my chest I sigh. And the thoughts follow because this is temporary. I already had a talking with myself. And that is you are only here for a minute and then I will be forced to say goodbye. I do not let the walls come down because how detrimental that would be to my already fragile heart. So, I accept that this is not a moment I will be able to reenact. How could you even want to be here? That I do not understand but your presence feels as it should and that is so rare in my life. We forgot a few things, but our souls did not and what a comfort. We are wiser now and much rougher around the edges. And I smile because I very much enjoy who you are now. I am just sad I will have to see you go. Just know I look for you in my day to day trying to catch a glimpse of you, something that reminded me of living. And so I will think of you. The way I think of the how the reds collide with the oranges of the rocks. The rocks that kiss the purple skies and reach across the horizon. I'll think of you like that. Somewhere in Moab. And maybe, just maybe, one day I will meet you there.