I very quickly realized that I am jealous of everyone who gets to be in your presence while I am (so often) not.
I long to hear what glides into their ears as you speak-
your laugh, your smile, your unnecessarily broad and complex vocabulary that makes it's way into any sentence that beautiful mouth of yours sings.
oh, you do not just speak;
no, you sing.
you are a melody- the melody to everybody's soundtrack.
the rhythms you create by simply parting your lips,
oh those precious lips,
every day, those are the rhythms that I do not get to sway to as often as I so greedily long to.
I long for you, you and your melodies.