love

love drifts

through ribbons of time

to 

the spaces

where your breath becomes my hesitant smile

in the sentences we spoke where vowels

and consonants drifted across the light in your eyes

like notes that chose to walk across my dreams

in the wind of winter becoming spring.

I still love you ;

a love letter to iceland when the world fell apart.;

a breadcrumb left for you to find.