Weaving through time, I see all the eras of me longing to know someone like you. I see us running together from year to year not heading anywhere in particular but hand in hand until my bones are too old to run and I would...

The silver hairs and lines in their skin make them even more beautiful, knowing we have shared all these years together

Hello my stranger. My not-stranger. It’s easy to see your pain and scars as you bask in moonlight and hide in the dark. I don’t see purple: you are the color of dark chocolate and ebony, or the dazzling night sky...