A picture of a blazing inferno,
flames frozen in time,
is as I burn for you,
forever this house on fire.
If ever the wood should
wither to ash and ember,
I would bathe in the soot,
I would burn to remember.
Standing beside you, I ponder...
...was the grass always this green and lush?
...has the baby blue sky seemed this vast before?
...where have these infinite possibilities arisen from?
...is my hand too sweaty to hold?
...have the stars forever shone this brilliant?
...where does time go?
...how does her smile warm me like the radiance of the sun?
...will my face crack from smiling this hard?
...is it possible to love her any more?
...how can I prove it to her?
I'll figure it out, I'll find a covered porch and a glider or a pair of rocking chairs. I'll count the cars and admire her hair in the breeze blowing between our knees as the future unfolds itself out of thin air.
A love I've never felt before,
a beautiful pair...
"what're you thinking about?"
I'm just thinking about...
Whenever it rains
I see her lying before me,
vulnerable atop a picnic table.
Love isn't always a titanic,
more often then not it's subtle
like hundreds of little life boats
bringing us all to safety.
I find those subtle hints
of her honest love
floating towards me
whenever I start to sink.
I wear that shirt she got me,
I come home to a made bed
and folded laundry,
I see her letters and notes
on my mirror,
her face pops up on my phone
and when I answer all I can say is
"I love you too."