storybook

On floor 17 I sit in the absence of all of you.

So I click on the rainbow pink and take my stroll down memory lane. 

I open the storybook. 

I read your pages.

I mark them with smiles.

I underline with my touch.

I love you and your passions.

I love you, your body whole.

I don’t know how to describe this feeling other than pure happiness.

Others will see the way you fly.

And I love reading the first few lines.

 It’s even better as I get to smile and know that you are mine mine mine. 

But baby I have your whole book. 

And we get pages to write.