I know I must not mean much to you,
people like me are not far nor few.

But I would go a many great lengths to see your smile,
I would run, swim, and fly no matter the mile.

Suppose your just the head, and I the heart,
it’s truths like these that do us part.

I know now that the greatest lesson of all of had been coming to the realization that it was about more than lingering looks and butterfly kisses.

Love -

It bled sorrow and sacrifice as much as it did lust and longing.

How I’ll never forget the truths I am taught.

Holding me softly,

Wisdom whispers,

“Happiness is a luxury.. not a choice.”

And there, you had presented yourself in everything beautiful to me in slow succession.



I catch you, ghosting through the intensely green woods behind my house,

I taste you, notes of smoke and familiar, in the brew I make early on in the morning,

I’ve heard you, a voice singing in showers of seasonal rain, soft and unrelenting,

I’ll smell you, when I grab fistfuls of earth and hold them near, raw with realness,

I’ve felt you, whenever my hand swept across the other, in every pulse throughout me, in all my subtle smiles.

Lately she’s worn this little sad smile,
that’s been hidden away for quite some while,

and she’s much too tired to let it not show,
the people in her life pretend not to know,

so she goes forth with sorrow hanging from her lips,
inside it’s much worse, the pain tears and rips,

but no one asks if she’s okay,
all they see is a smile on display,

only when she gets home her job is done,
the weight she feels is no longer a ton.