there is a certain sadness
and a certain beauty
in finding treasures from our past.
that old CD
that you used to listen to on repeat
and over again
beaten up and scratched
until you wore it out
no longer fits into your music library.
that t-shirt that you wore to every musical audition
just for good luck
no longer fits around your sides.
and that photo of you
and your high school sweetheart;
where is he now?
his letters stopped coming at christmas time
about three years ago.
nostalgia is a friend
and a foe
but it is sometimes
one of the only things
that can keep you the happiest
when you've no where else
it was three years ago
when you kissed me on the cheek on the sidewalk
during the light snowfall
that would later become the biggest storm of the year.
but we didn't know that.
all we knew
is that you soon found your hand
and we both believed
that it was not the mittens
that were keeping our palms warm.
i believe in summer days.
i believe in the ever-changing seasons.
i believe in the fact that hot chocolate is always better with whipped cream
and that you are not drinking it correctly if you do not have a milk-stache.
i believe that your fingers will intermingle with mine again.
i believe that i will feel my heart race in my chest,
just one last time,
before you leave me
to go on your next adventure.
i may be a fool for continuously loving
a man that is never there
a man that is a shadow
only in a solid form in my dreams.
i would rather love this shadow
knowing that he will always return to me
than to never love
i find myself
sometimes at night
when i lay awake in my bed
with my hands folded on top of my sheets
i find my thoughts drifting to you
and taking comfort in the fact
that you are inhabiting
the very same planet
that i'm on, as well.
i have been around the world
trekked through the amazon
fallen in love
and saved mankind
all in three hours.
what have you