Months

Months pass by, one after another.

They're lost, drifting in an ocean of darkness. Winds tear them apart, and waters push them back together. Thoughts drift in and out, breaths heave between their bodies, and their touch is rare and needed like the sun.

"I need…" The words are repeated over and over, breathed out between harsh whispers.

The sun doesn't shine very often anymore, and the touches are months and months between each other, and it's starting to get to be too much.

"I need…."

Words are cut off by a kiss, pushing back the pain, the want, everything.