I know nothing of calm here
I worship entropy in the dark-
and everyone knows i'm full of it

full of missing you
and your bittersweet smile
and im so into it

full of bones aching and shaking during the night and
intensely adoring you
so intense that
my hands shake whenever i try to hole someone else
with fear of loving another

even the skies know it
they pour and pour
but nothing, nothing at all
beats the feeling of missing you and adoring you both so fiercely
so saturated with our rainstorms
tenderness
that i wonder how we haven't drowned out yet

I guess thats what missing you felt like-
a storm that could hold it all

(a.m)

Dearest darling,
Hold tight to that dear heart-flutter
Which we call hope.
For the feathers on which it flies,
And the feet on which it lands
Are those of sweet peace like a river.