Am i wrong
For thinking
That i could?

Am i wrong
For thinking
That I'm good?

Am i wrong
For thinking
About you?

You hurt me
in the most
beautiful ways

As the leaves fall and the birds sing I recall all the reasons that made me frail
Like a wave knows she will reach the ocean, I know that there is hope out there
Like how at night a flower wonders if the sun will ever rise and shine once more
Again and again, I think of how someone can hold you without touch and lead you to the shore
The wrinkles on your cheeks and the smile in your voice and the smell of the sun after the rain
The earth would spin and we’d spin too but always land colliding and we’d know we’re still sane
Laughter so true and love so vast they can set off avalanches and halt thunder
And as the days pass the moon will be full again and our eyes would see its beauty as we stand gazing under
The pleasure in having a house to call a home and walking on wet grass and feeling the wind in your hair
Flowing rivers and crashing snowflakes and tragedies of the sweet winter air
Your print on my heart, your voice in the back of my mind and the things you utter
The sound of defeat and the cruelty of failure but none of that matters because you protect me like a shutter

if i make a typo,
please forgive me,
because my fingers are slipping as my keyboard
drowns.
but i needed to write this, to someone who will
never see it.

dear you,
i miss you. i miss the way your eyes were the greatest color i had felt in a long time, and then became a legacy nobody could live up to. i miss the way you tripped on air. i miss the way you laughed when i tripped on my words, because i never trusted my mouth to work properly. i miss the way you would become this energetic child when you talked about the possibilities that lay in the stars. as if talking about stars literally pulled them from the sky and put them in your eyes. and maybe you never put them back. i miss the way you believed in me, one hand firmly on my mind and the other cradling my fragile heart. i miss the way there was this sort of love between us (completely platonic and professional) and i miss the way you asked me if i was okay, and when i lied, you pulled the truth out of me. i miss you, simply and fully.
how come you had to go?

r.c.