breathing patterns

This feeling of when it gets colder my heart gets warmer is comforting. It starts to let people back in, and I annually break down every wall I've built around myself. I make realizations about those who I thought would be my pillars, but have turned out to be just ruins. I can not lean on them any longer. "I got it, you got somewhere else to be." After last night I can look past it, I've looked past everything I felt like you were sleeping next to me again. Your breathing lulling me to sleep. My eyes watered from the early morning light seeping into the blinds, and because I was/am completely content. It's the ambient music that I fall back into step with, it's the coexistence, and it's my mind playing tricks on me. Your bare face, god I haven't seen it in so long, and you looked taller. Just sitting on my couch watching tv and talking with your best friend. You never once looked at the candles, or the glaring screen, or his beard, I was the focus point. The lines on your face will always give you away.