I look outside my window
As the morning light shines
on fresh green leaves.
I shut the front door to my house
and feel the crisp spring air refresh my skin.
I walk past the rose bush beside my porch
and see tiny red buds beginning to grow.
Looking at the branches I can’t help but wish we were like them,
Together in one place.

You look outside your window
As the snow covers your world in white.
You leave your apartment
With two pairs of socks on
To keep your feet warm.
As you walk towards your car,
you hear the snow crunch and the light it reflects almost blinds you.
You wonder what it would be like to hear my footsteps
Break the ice right beside yours.

We’re 712 miles away
But feel a world apart.
Your heart is so far away from mine,
Our worlds polar opposites.
But soon my roots will be dug up
And where will I grow next?
Will I stay with the rosebuds and watch them grow,
Or intertwine my gloved hands with yours when we leave for work in the morning?

What will it be like when we go from 712 miles to 0?


m.h.

I sit in the red rocking chair on the front porch
Back and forth
Rocking and feeling the wind move across my skin
I look out at the trees and the pond
Tinged with gold as the sun sets
I hear the windchimes
And the sound almost brings me to tears
For the moment is so beautiful
This is how it is supposed to be

I sit in the red rocking chair on the front porch
Back and forth
Rocking and feeling the wind move across my skin
I look over at my dad
Eyes sunken and body smaller than ever
I look over at my mom
Her heart pain spilling out of her eyes
I hear the windchimes
A beautiful sound that I wish would stop
For this moment isn’t beautiful

I hear the windchimes but the beauty is lost on me
All I can think about is how badly I wish I was living in a beautiful moment
Instead of this one
But that’s the thing: beauty exists regardless
The windchimes make beautiful music on a sunny day and during a storm
They don’t care what’s going on, they do what they were made to do
It’s up to me to hear them out

m.h.

I look at you
And my heart fills
It aches and wants for more
More of your smile
Your laugh
The way your arms hold me tight
My heart wants the distance between
Mine and yours to close
Draw me close
And bring them together
The tighter we embrace
The closer our hearts are
And I cant think of a more
Beautiful image
Than of our hearts being together again

m.h.

Have you ever felt that love
So big
That it’s everything?
So big
That you can’t put it into words?
Every time you try it falls so short of encompassing what you feel
It’s hard to wrap your mind and heart around the idea of what everything is
Because everything is the ocean
And dogs and plates and buildings and people who love you and people who hurt you
Everything is everything
And I can’t begin to quantify everything
Let alone describe it in its entirety
I couldn’t accurately capture the vastness of the night sky with the words I have
I couldn’t describe everything I see in one day
Even a 5 minute walk down the street would take hours to tell every aspect of the world that exists in that little frame of time
Everything is everything
And how I wish I had words to capture the pure beauty of it
The beauty of what exists and how it all works together
And that’s the exact way that I feel about our love
It’s everything

m.h.

You must stay
This
Far
Back
From the attraction
This far back
From what’s happening
Look all you want, just make sure you stay
This
Far
Back
I’ve got this circle
That I know is safe
I can look all I want too
But I have to keep you
This
Far
Back
For the safety of my own heart
And yours
Arms length is close enough
Until I realize
That maybe
Just maybe
You’re worth
Coming
This
Close
And I don’t want an arms length
Between your heart and mine
Distance keeps me safe
But for once I want to be in danger
And I want to
Be
Even
Closer

m.h.

I want to find myself
But I don't know what there is to be found
I don't know what's missing from me
I know what I like and don't like
I know what I'm passionate about
I want to find myself
But I don't know where to even begin

m.h.