We fell in love by chance,
We stay in love by choice.

It’s raining,
And I wish you were here.
Because, and I know it’s cliché,
But I’m falling a lot harder
Than this rain, and dear,
It’s torrential here.
But these sheets of rain
Remind me of the sheets we share,
And I’d just as quickly
Wrap myself up in them
If I thought you were in there, too.
It’s 101° there.
But here it’s raining.
And I miss you.

This picture holds emotion
Still in motion
I long to see our happiness
Our smiles
Our eyes say it all
It reminds me of a time
We said I love you
Without ever needing to say it out loud
A picture is worth a thousand words
But this one is worth only three

The three things I never got to say to you

Could be, would be, should be.
The future circulates through my blood
more that the current flow of life.

B.E.- Better Every day
But everyday I strive for a better vision of my story book ending,
more than the art I'm cultivating on my day page.

The simple complexities that intertwine time and grasp my look are mistook as gravel.
Rather they should manifest stepping stones that are apt to carry the weight of the now.
To transport
To lift
To break as they deteriorate
Transitioning to the next fate.

One step at a time I tell myself,
Be Better Today