View from the Moon

I can’t see you from up here so I’ll just have to remember the way you wake up with a start every morning, pulling yourself out of bed, only to return after you shower to give me a damp cuddle that smells of lemon body wash and expensive shampoo. 

I will imagine your laughter and the way it twists round my belly, untangling my worries like yarn, letting me breathe in relief before I find myself clutching at my stomach as my smile turns into bellows that compliment your own. 

I will stare down at the shining lights and remember the way your hand felt in mine as we walked the city streets, heads fuzzy, hearts alight; the whole night behind us and yet still marching on, alive and in-love.