A little something I have been working on

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, expelling it as slowly as possible. My heart thudded wildly in my chest, my palms were clammy, and a tiny shiver made its way up my spine. I stared at the back of his head, the blond hair that shown so brightly in the morning sun that was streaming through the airport windows. The phone buzzed in my ear, letting me know he hadn’t disconnected the call, I would have known anyways, I would have watched him do it.
I took one more breath. “I’m behind you.”
I was barely aware that I had even spoken when I watched him turn, his face lit up in a brilliant smile. His steps were quick, but mine were quicker as I lost all fear and leapt into his waiting embrace. He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me tight, taking me a few steps forward with him. He pressed his face into my hair and I buried my face into his shoulder, breathing in his scent for the first time. Slowly he lowered me back down, our eyes met for the briefest moment before his lips met mine.
The kiss was soft and patient, my heart thumped harder and my fingers started to tremble. I felt tears begin to well in my eyes, and had to force myself to blink them back so he wouldn’t see. My hands found their way to his shoulders and I held myself up, not trusting my legs to keep me stable. His fingers lightly rubbed my lower back as he kissed me again and again.
Finally he released me, a small smile playing on his lips. “Hi.” he whispered.
“Hi.” I whispered back, my voice sounded shaky and I cursed my inability to control myself.

Brick by Brick

Brick by brick,
these walls are coming down.
Dust filled air clogs my lungs,
am I breathing?
I cough, sputter, and gag again,
feeling the gritty texture in my mouth.
Each brick is heavier in my hands
as I pull them down, one by one.
My arms start to ache
my throat dries, cracking.
Goddess, is it worth this?
My head spins,
my vision swirling in front of me,
blinding me.
My hands become frantic,
reaching for more,
grasping at air.
I blink slowly,
the bright lights burn my eyes.
My fingers are bloodied,
I don't feel them anymore.
A silhouetted figure stands there,
stark black against the rising sun.
I stare at him,
he stares at me,
and I know, this was worth it.
This wall lies before me,
as broken as I once was.
I have broken it down,
don't make me build it again?