Something about your phrasing has my heart dropping through my chest,
And you send laughter rolling down my ribs as I bend to pick it up.
I'd burn the map between us
if it meant I could hear your low whispers
lilting through my eardrums again.
Our conversations are a melody,
played out until the notes hit too close to home.
Drink a little more, close my eyes,
and pretend you don't make my lungs catch on every word I read.