Line of Best Fit

Our story is written
On the backs of your eyelids
The song of us
In the smell of your hair
And the stillness of your bones
Slipping between your lips
Only a breath apart now

We run

We run into the warm summer night
Hand in hand
Until our feet lift
Ever so gently
From the ground rushing past
Beneath
Until our toes merely point
To the earth
We once loved

You smile into the stars
And hold me tighter