if ever i want to see you
i simply close my eyes and there you are:
seared on the insides of my eyelids.
you're like an infection that just won't go away
yet it is a welcome pain,
a pain that i return to whenever i need to feel alive again,
or when i need reminding that there really is a reason to be alive
because sometimes it's hard to remember:
those little things do matter
those late nights will last
i matter to someone, somewhere
i'm not just some vagabond travelling through life
you've taught me that i may not always feel it
*but i am loved