Again,
this morning,
I woke up wanting to kiss you.

I rolled over in bed,
hoping you would be there,
but knowing you wouldn't be.

I closed my eyes once more,
so, at the very least,
I could pretend.

I'm not good at anything
except missing you.

Your eyes are as green as the forests that you love
And I know that you
Would spend every second of every day in them
If you could

The way you come alive in nature
I'm almost sure
That you're actually a nymph of the woods
Lost in the trees, flitting here and there
Friends with all of the forest

Examining the strangest fungi
Eyes lit up, voice excited
It makes me smile
Watching you where you love to be

A squirrel darts across the ground,
And your attention shifts
For just a second
Before you're back to the trees

This, right here
Is where you belong
And I'm lucky
To see it

I wear sunglasses during thunderstorms in a vain attempt to protest the weather
I might as well be colorblind for the way I see the world
Snapping photos with no understanding of shutter speed and lenses yet still capturing it all
It’s a lie when I tell you I’m quiet and I really just like listening as you talk
I care but without telling stories of my own the love is never really there
At times I fold in on myself
But when you truly see me, I am vibrant in my efforts
Though tragically living
for the attention of strangers
I will move for your affection
jump with a flick of your wrist and fall at the jolt of your chin to the beat
Enthralled in a hopeless attempt at rhythm but I will dance and swing because I love it and then debate my independence or selftitled complacence
Walk the rope of possibilities not a choice but a misstep to guide my momentum into whatever chapter comes next
Scared of silly things like truck drivers or dying or whatever
Thinking outside the box is hard when you spend your days in a room full of cubes
I find my creativity stifled by the human need for sleep and yet here I am giving 50 percent at everything all the time never less, BE MORE
That’s not quite enough, but hey, it’s a start