That distinct crisp air.

That dimming shine of your eyes,

That big book shelf to the left of your bed.

That tapestry draped over your ceiling that colors the blankness.

That side table filled-to-the-brim with necessary clutter

Holding everything you once needed.

That closet wall with the hole from your anger.

That bed placed directly in the center,

Draped with sheets and pillows.

That madhouse, that passion, the soundtrack of emotion.

That rollercoaster of us.

That heaven for us, the bottomless love.

That area. That personal space.

That sanctuary with no safety net

Where you are expressing your thoughts,

Imagining the radiating love between you two,

Imagining your love.