Maybe one day
i will write these down
on the paper of a notebook,
wrap it up
in colorful paper and
give it to you,
maybe with a bag
of chewy colors too.
Would it feel
nice to know how
much you could make
someone feel?
Would you let
everyone see what
you started meaning to me?
Would you make
a big deal
out of the real?
Would you just be
too embarrassed to
let anyone see
less alone read?
Or maybe
you would have
wished i'd said
something sooner,
would've brought forth
a spectacular
lunar.
Who knows.
But by that time,
i'll be long gone
after saving every dime.
It'll feel nice
to know someone
will always care.