Sunburnt in Scandinavia

I know it’s love

as I stare out at the water

in Stockholm, 

seeing your eyes

in the sun sparkles

on the Baltic Sea.

I see your face 

in cardamom buns,

feel the warmth 

of your skin, your

clammy hands

in my afternoon coffee.

They say you know

it’s forever 

when you want to

share the world with them.

I wish you were here.

Here to watch the sunset 

at 11 and the 

sunrise at 3.

Here to point at dogs, 

at birds, at bluebells, 

here to pick them for me.

Here to rub my feet

after long days of 

cobblestone walks. 

Here to remind me 

to wear sunscreen.