I crawled on top of you, and your arms pulled me close.
You entered me, your fingertips and breath on my skin. Your voice in my ears, telling me of Stars and beekeeping.
You took up space in my heart and, with the magic that is you made the old place of soul ache and love loss fade away.
Our new place is Sundays in bed, vegetables in the garden, and candy in the pantry.
This new place is a hand to hold as we weather the storms and heartbeats to share tears of sorrow and laughter.
This new place holds the promise of stargazing and honey.