the smell of you soaks my wine glass.
fresh still the next day. strangers passed me by and i swore it could be you…
that was my faith hoping…
so here i sit, coming to my own conclusions of you and i. relaxing at the thoughts of
time changing everything.
and i find myself in no need to worry
because i still feel you.
allowing myself to slowly pour it out.
How could i have ever stopped?
this and you.
heart tells me time will show its truth.