the short story project


Ariel York


Melting every time you look at me.

Laced together, our hands, one made for the other.

Hearing your laugh, the happiest sound I have ever heard.

Listening to your voice, grateful for it’s pacifying effect on me.

Remembering when you sing, your words alive in my memory.

Feeling your arms around me, your soft neck on my lips.

Wishing you were here, falling asleep beside me.

Wrapped up warm and cool together.

Holding me close, your heartbeat the most glorious thing ever to exist.

Wondering if you are wishing I was there beside you, too.





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