In Another Life

In another life I am checking my mail in the post office and you come up to me looking for an answer.

You whisper softly in my ear and you just breathe.

I didn’t know how brightly the sun was shining on you or how the breeze made your hair smell like Spring and the way your body moved with mine as you sigh tenderly and make me feel precious; innocent.

My answer is yes;

I do think of you.

I think about you always.

I love you.

I love you.

Yes. I do.