The spaces in my heart have filled, the noise has simmered down, and in the nestle of your arms, I’ve lost the golden crown.
The longest time the ground has shook, and now I’ve found my feet, so steady here beside your own, surrendered in defeat.
And where your kiss has planted, upon a startled brow, the storms subsided to a dim, the rain a trickle now.
And this small hand has weathered long, the chill and empty air, now blankets warm and easy in the promise of you near.
In other words I’ve missed you, and when you’re here I feel, pure happiness and a sense of peace, unthethered and revealed.