my heart is almost as warm
as the heating blanket that soothes my aching back
as the blackberry syrup I told you all about
when we spoke on the phone.
there is nothing that feels better to me than the feeling of knowing you’re miles away,
that you’re two hours back in time from me,
but yet we are both lying here thinking about each other
about blackberry syrup
about travel plans and future breakfasts
about spring desert picnics
about the idea that someday we’ll lie down together
and won’t have to think about anything.