Running up the stairs, straight through the always open door. Jumping next to her on the sofa, seeing her smile because of me being there like so many Saturday evenings of my life. She smells like flowers, her hair is grey since I can remember and now wet after a

You are always like a flood. Coming over me and then out of me in feelings  turned into words. I should be afraid maybe as it could happen that I drown in you, get lost in you. I sometimes have the feeling I am drowning in us being together. Like