February

Our souls intertwined so effortlessly that night in the crisp air of the city.
We spent our time enlisting nostalgia and laughing away our past.
I remember the magic in your touch, 
and the sparkle your eyes reflected in the moonlight. 
That night you told me you loved me, 
as we lied awake engulfed in each other’s arms. 
I could feel the static in the air around us. 
I could feel my heart beat faster than the speed of light,
As the words wrapped around my neck where your hand should’ve been.
That night we shared our first kiss.
That night you touched me for the first time,
Leaving me trembling for more.
I seem to find myself living in February as the leaves change colors in October.