waiting room
bright
boring
loud.

gossip everywhere
blowing noses
clicks of phone keyboards

waiting room
hurry up please.
come on, let's go.

1719

God is indeed a jealous God—
He cannot bear to see
That we had rather not with Him
But with each other play.

I cannot believe how much love I have for you.

every freckle on your face
and every pinch of ***** you take.  

every joke you make
and every kiss you give.

there are so many more things I could list
but we would be here until we were dead.

I just love you oh so much,
from every word you speak
to every action you make.

you're mine and I am yours.

completely.

Do you remember?
Do you remember the hurt little boy crying in the corner over the pieces of his broken heart?
I do.
Do you remember that little boy crying over the loss of his innocence?
I do.
Do you remember that little blue-eyed girl quietly arriving and listening to him cry, trying to comfort him with all of her might?
Of course you don't but you know what?
I do.

Do you remember?
Do you remember how quickly she fell in love with him and his adorable imperfections and obsessions?
I do.
Do you remember how he seemed happy again?
I do.
Do you remember them holding hands for the first time, she made the first move, both of their hands nervous and sweaty?
I do, every little detail.
Do you remember the first hug, the first kiss, the nervousness of meeting the parents, the first date?
Why would you?
But I do.
Every day. every hour, every minute
I remember.

1 minute later,
you're hysterical.
you're sobbing and it hurts so much.
your heart has been ripped out.

1 year later,
you've been crying every night of the year.
you're numb on the inside.
you're forgetting her features,
and it hurts.

2 years later,
you're sitting here,
writing this poem.
you've been missing her;
talking about her is easier now.
you still think of her,
and things still remind you of her.
but things are okay.
I remember you're there in that beautiful garden,
and I smile.

2 years later,
I'm finally okay.
((moderately))