#wasn't able to save last few lines of the original draft though :(

[venusdevotea]

I am thinking about you. Constantly.

There is nothing I can do to justify a connection with you now, only to appreciate the thought of you as it passes me by, as fleeting and ethereal as the white smoke of my breath as it leaves me, residing up, up, up, into the stars, into the heavens, where my love for you rests.

I thought about it- I was almost tempted even,

Right there, on Christmas Day, underneath all of the residual fog walking away from home to a friend's house, because home wasn't safe then, how I held a silent conversation with you spoken up like a prayer to the Moon,

The only thing we could share in this effervescent sky, between all the miles and miles and hours apart we were.

Of course, you didn't answer them, any of my prayers.

I never expected you to. But still, my foolish heart hoped that by some miracle, maybe you could hear them.

I wrote another poem in my mind, the words now lost to time as I couldn't have written it down nearly as fast as I wanted to.

I dare to hope that maybe you too were thinking of me, the smoke of your hot breath escaping up into white tendrils, words lost entirely to time, to me, their presence and their absence drifting up into the sky from a Manchester street, cold and bustling.