Your lips parted slowly,
like a late flower blooming
in the spring,
exhaling a soft and sleepy
sort of sigh.
You brushed the hair out
of my eyes with a gentle
flick of your wrist.
And as I laid there beside
you,
I couldn’t think of
a happier time,
or the worst days.
I could only see myself in the
reflection of your
foggy eyes.
Slow and steady smiles
spread.
This.
This was the feeling
I had been waiting so
patiently
for,
the one that only you could
evoke.