I envy the sunlight
gently kissing
your skin
in the morning

I envy the birds
singing to you
their chirps slipping
into your ears

I envy it all
for I cannot hold you
nor will my voice
ever reach you

and in this dream the blank office walls cage me and the lifeless convenience store lunches fuel the empty chase for success and the silent motorcycle ride takes me back to the four gray walls i call home where your photo still sits in its frame and i sip gray coffee on the balcony staring at the big window view you once dreamt of as i try to remember the color you once brought to this gray life and i ask why you’re not here beside me

it is unjust for love
to exist like this

sea and sky between us,
miles and miles more

but our souls
are closer, still

i do not wish to simply be a tulip
in a garden of assorted flowers

allow me this selfishness—
to be the sole object of love

to be the only flower
in your garden

i will grow old with you and the skin we cherish so dear will shrivel and wrinkle and our joints will struggle to grasp the morning coffee and our aged minds will distort the past we held so dear but we will not forget the way our warmth lingered in the decrepit bed made for two

if my love for you
is not loud enough

make it known
for i will make

even my whispers
shake the Earth

i do know that i love you!
why would you ever question that?

did you not see me etching
your name on the moon?

did the ground not erupt hard enough
when i declared my love to the world?