The pale sky overhead And entwined legs underneath the blanket Where the earth met the sky Or so it seemed.
"One, two, three", she counts Her nimble fingers tender and soft. The scars on his knuckles are fading So are the ones in her smile.
Teethy grins and petrichor Eggshell clouds and falling snow. His mild and Her wild Crashing and breaking seamlessly.
"We'll make it" she says "We're almost there", he thinks So close, you can breathe it in.
They're almost home, indeed.
Thank you for reading :) I'm a new writer, feel free to leave feedback and constructive criticism. Thank you once again!