There are ghosts of you.
In words that don’t matter.
Ones I forget until I say them in a moment of absent mindedness and realize I do because of you.

Why is it the deepest, most real feelings are the hardest to write?

Why do I keep backspacing over the truth?

Like elastic being stretched apart,
Only to be slapped back together again once the resistance eases.
I crash back into you every. ****. time.

I never thought I’d find a snore so comforting.

But it proves to me every moment you’re still laying beside me.

I admire people’s words when they feel so deeply, just not their actions.

I admire my actions when I choose logic, just not my words.

We raced to the beach to catch the sunset
Parking quickly and running out
Many others had done the same.

I look to my right and realize over 100
People are on this beach to watch
The sun leave us over the horizon.

We talk about previous civilizations’
Religious rituals
In that moment, I realized I was in one.

You don’t make me happy.
I am that on my own.
But you magnify my happiness so beautifully.
Like an acoustic guitar being plugged into an amp.
The same, but louder.
The same, but better.