I was half awake so I desired a cup of warm red tea. A gentle wind clothed my cliquey body. Did something happen last night? I just wondered how my lower lip depleted without any clue. Was it you again who took a gentle nibble like a bee’s proboscis?
But it was last night when I tried to ride on my bed of memories, when I was with you. You were the only one I could see when I tried to picture out a moment with the serene sea and its splintered waves. It was you, the only one I could smell when I seek to remember a scent that could create a refuge. It was only your hand that could give me a little courage not to give up on this long walk. You were the only one I could recall when a random person would ask me about “City of Pines”. Your shoulders were my parachute that would safely catch my head when it was about to fall caused by a two-hour travel.
It was you when all of a sudden, I would think of a mango graham swirl. It was only you that could remind me of every little thing. It was your first cry when I suddenly heard the pour of rain brings the tremendous smell of the Earth. Touching the edge of this bed, I was caught by the eyes so brown and a contagious smile, telling me to take a passionate kiss from you and a long tight hug.
Your fortunate to have someone to lean on. As the saying goes no man is an island we exist with each other.