20 degrees outside
Headphones and ***
Beneath a streetlight
On a park bench.

Imagining your face
Taking shape in the frozen lake
Watching as I
Try freezing you inside of me.

Love will ultimately remain along with the blue sky and the stars that fill it while the sun sleeps. Love was in the hand that first touched your cheek and made you feel wanted. Love was in the first real vacation you took and it sits in those old boxes lingering in those photographs. The sounds of laughter and music echo through the mirror of time. You darling are no different you will remain with me everyday and I wouldn't change that for the world. I know you loved me while you could and you will love me again when I am home. Even if home is 40 years in the past and on the steps of a house that no longer exist. Love can never be destroyed it will simply continue to be; in every place you leave it.

We are that small section on the beach lit by the night sky, just listening to the waves break at our toes.

If time really is a vacuum then there is no reason to miss anyone at all. We might not know it but we have been standing in place since time itself allowed us to live. Every person, place, or thing that has ever been has never left. They have simply changed their form. They are in the brightness of the greenery and swiftness of the wind. In the end, we are all what we have always been, the smaller part of a bigger machine.

I guess I did what I did because I thought you wouldn't be hard to forget. Little did I know that you were the only thing keeping me together. Even in your  absence you teach me to better myself. I've learned to not take the small things for granted. Now every night I lay beneath an ocean of stars and just listen to the wind. I try to focus in on the sounds of the world, in the hopes that one day I'll find your voice.

I'm tired of thinking what if, ever think maybe we DID make the right choice. Maybe I am as happy as I will ever be and maybe I just haven't allowed myself to accept that. I'm constantly battling the perfect images from the big screen and trying to recite lines from the most romantic of poetry. The truth is it's simple and I see that now. I love her and she loves me. No need to try and be people we aren't, we are regular people and that's perfectly fine. Our kind of love tends to slip through the cracks or be brushed aside. Personally I think that's the best kind of love, the kind that is only meant for two people. A love that lives through you and dies with you. Something that truly is one of a kind and something that will never be mimicked. Your friends and family may never understand or accept the things you do but who really cares. It's your life and it's my life so why not live it for us and do the things that make us happy. Babe if your reading this you truly are the best part of everything for me. I couldn't imagine dreaming of you any longer, I'm glad I found you.

With age I fear I will forget your face and the things you made me feel. I'm afraid you will become nothing more then another black hole. You will have long forgotten me by then and have no intention on remembering. All of the memories will be left to battle time itself and inevitably disappear. Imagine your younger self dancing through a feild of flowers and June's sunbeams shinning off your hair. How beautiful you looked as your eyes lit up and your dress flowed with the wind. Think of how we wrapped our arms around one another and fell into the softness of the greenery. How we outlined each others name in the dirt with fallen tree branches. I will try as hard as I can not to forget these things and not have them existing only in a nursing home chair. Replaying over and over again in my broken mind. If you would just come back for a minute I promise to remember you forever.

I want to remember the little things, the very detailed little things.

I felt invincible at your side but now I break at every street light.