If I just write these things down
Words become our memories
And eventually
become the very dreams
that keep me awake
Irony or fitting?
To have something compel you
to try and
fail
To describe what you are
And what you mean
To someone that regularly
That leaves me speechless
In her simplicity
And grace

I'd say anything
Just to get a reply back
Her attention
A smile
and a laugh
maybe a kiss someday if I was so lucky
A fleeting high
Whatever it takes
From someone that's changed everything
So simply that it haunts my core

I am terrified that
She will eventually see myself
as I see myself
When she looks in my eyes
and sees nothing but
The shell of a dreamer
angry and tired

And yet she remains
Unexpectedly
Sharing these few moments
It finally makes sense
The present
Her presence
Is nothing short of my idea is perfect

It hasn't been that long honestly
I realized
It really has been that simple
Where I was
Who I was with
No matter the circumstance
It always came back to you

I encountered the simplest of experiences
of a saint and sinner, a muse and its pen
perfectly existing for only about a minute
and then vanished.

All while she simply existed
Unassumingly giggling through small talk

And the reason why I scrambled to write on a crumpled napkin is

to tell you that for that minute or so
I was dumbfounded
by a moment of grace
or was it madness
that has not stirred within me for years

Wonderful

How fortunate you came along
for something I yearned but could never find

Come witness now
A forgotten heart on display
I can feel it now
Everything I wanted, I am reminded
She is.

I will wait until
I can feel it now, a lasting smile
She brought to a soul
That never thought he'd be here long enough
Or be enough
And that is enough

How simple.

A quiet night's breeze reminds me
Meditating, I fail to ever stay still
However, this time is different
Finally
Hushed nothings drone my doubts
applauding my failed efforts
Mind distant, scattered
She lingered right next to me
Perfect
Dawn is still hours away