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.