First I'll collect every beautiful word on the planet listen to every song that contains you and photographically memorize every child's eyes every mothers' warmth every cool breeze and every single scent of every single field of every newly cut blade of grass basically, everything that captures the way your fingers feel when they're wrapped around mine and I'll take all these and fit them into one cardboard box which I will wrap and prettify and morph into a poem which I will end with stars.
I will then give it to the mailman, who'll read it and know that it's all about you and he'll travel the world searching, going into the places where I failed to go and find you sitting the way you do with both feet up on the stool your knees bent and your face contorted the way only your face can ever be contorted.
He will hand you the poem and you will read it and know that I am still here, and you will be moved and fall in love with me again.
Then you'd begin searching for me though I already told you where I'd always be and once you remember, you'll find me and tell me that you've read my poem about mothers and their tender hands and children with their bright eyes and the grass which already says it all in itself and also, stars and most importantly you'll tell me that you want me to write the rest of it because there is so much more we can do together beyond the stars and I will look at you as you tell me this and try to familiarize myself with the face I've never had to familiarize myself with before and I'll stand there watching your lips move your chest heaving from each breath and notice that they've changed and somehow I will seem to know that my mouth would not know how to fit into yours and my head will have to move about a bit to find that nook on your chest it used to be glued too
and I will read that poem back and then I'll see that just like your lips and your chest, all the words have changed and that the person that I actually wrote it for has already failed to exist the moment I penned the last word
and so I end this poem with stars.
I like reading this aloud and going really fast with it.:)