Sigh.
This is hard.
My eyes are getting heavier with each passing day and the boy I see in the mirror
looks almost like a man.
Almost.
I am thankful for all the unkind words.
They made me strong and they made me carefree.
But when the lights go off and piano notes dance around my room the sheets feel lonely and my room feels cold.
When I close my eyes, my fingers are running along your cheek and my lips are brushing your nose.
You're not here.
I don't even know...
who
you
are.
But I hear myself whisper your name.
I know that somewhere in the universe, pieces of our souls flown through lonely tears and childhood wishes are are dancing with one another in the rain.
...kissing after dinner...
..making love after a fight...
I am so madly in love with you and I have no idea who you are.
Whether you even exist at all yet or whether I pass you every day.
I make no promise that I will caress your skin.
I make no promise that I will hear you laugh.
I make no promise that I will ever find you.
But I promise to always keep looking,
so keep your eyes open too...
With all my love whoever you are,
Joshua Haynes