Swords Camouflaged in Ink
Each time your thoughts settle on me,
I will appear.
With you I will lay in bed
my head resting on your chest, listening
to the breaths you take.
We will talk about everything –
The distant horizons we stare at all day,
the beating of our hearts each time we sway…
We will look back to the times we held hands,
And to those we only held each others’ promises.
Promises fulfilled we would trace.
Promises to be happy in our embrace.
So get a spare pillow for me,
For when I lay next to you.