
Partners in Crime
Mar 21 · 1 min read
Words fall around me, yours, mine,
words all over, of hope and joy and mischief,
brings to life a picture we paint, our
conversations, that will be forever ours.
There are quiet witnesses, our
partners in crime, snowflakes and sundrenched mountain roads and
rhododendron flowers and a sky-full of stars;
they see us, silently, as we walk by.
There are fingers in between my fingers,
and your soft breath, your kind gaze
fills my world as I see through your eyes;
there is no me without you.
