You asked me where my glasses were last night.
Me of course being the responsible person I am,
Replied that I had lost them...
Again.
You took off yours,
Those square frames that scream it's you,
And gave them to me.
I pretended to test them out,
Because I knew that's what you wanted.
But all I could think about,
Was how close you were to me
And the pounding like a drum in my chest.
You see everything in the world through those glasses....
Except what's right in front of you.

Spindly arms reach out grasping air.
Swirls of amber, red, and orange.
It seems almost magical.
Dew coats the ground below,
Glistening in the light.
All is at peace.
The dawn sings
Hello
Friend.

Long days spent gazing out the window.
"We'll have plenty of time to talk,
It is basically summer."
If we'd only known then
How short summer is.
The days slipped by.
Words unsaid,
Left with
Pain.