A star exploded a million point six years ago
in a galaxy we've yet to know exists.
Today the energy
reached us.
And your smile was brighter
although you had no clue why.
But because of this,
I smiled too.
And a day that was dark and heavy--
pressure flattening us like
an unrelieved argument we didn't know
we were having
turned around.
The dark side was enveloped in light
and we loved, giggled about stupid stuff
no one but us could ever understand
and somewhere
deep inside that impossibly far away place
a new star shimmered into being.

i never knew i could feel so sick and so happy.
you tore me apart
in the most beautiful way.
the hole where my heart was still bleeds.
i wish you had taken my stomach
for, without butterflies in it, it is useless.
my brain has no purpose
now that you are not around to occupy it.
and worst of all you left me with lungs that i wish would collapse
because without you oxygen is poison.

You are the reason I am
breathing, talking,
compassionate, and giving.
You've given me life
education, wisdom;
understanding.
We've been through our differences,
and at one point took our own paths...
But I'd like to believe
that all new roads traveled
will never be like the last,
although they
always seem
to bring you
right
back
home.

I relax
with nature
every single night;
I feel her in
the warm wind
sweeping over
my body.
              And in the mornings,
           she shows
     her face
     in my
     cups
   of
coffee.

I feel the feather of hair
Across my closed eyelids
The smell of your eyeliner, Your lipstick
Ripe as apples red

Emerald canvas below this beloved brow
sharp as a diamond

A palette to a French painting
Style and grace on the river broad

I, like you! inherited this dream
Of passion and heart for
A casual stroll with umbrellas, to block the sun
Through the parks and slow strides
and thee  ripples of water along the canals

I cannot just sit hear and try to comprehend
The beauty of your perfume
I try to gather senses
Of the softness of your lips
The overwhelming beauty of your song

In Paris painting a picture of a valentine

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