Between the hours,
the minutes and the seconds.
She is more than
all the places I used to live in.
More than all the people
I have fallen into.
More than old photographs
and more than the music I love.
She is the soft rain,
and an endless summer day.
She is every night’s late night,
and she is all the laughter
that fits inside my human body.
“This woman is no good they tell me.
She is all the things that make the fire.”
This woman is everything
and I have been looking for her
my entire life.
– R. M. Drake