Seize my omniscient thoughts
See what makes my
Blood turn cold
And The Willow
In my happiness.
I'll focus on the wind
Caressing your
Face and
Chapped lips;
Even in summer.
Mind continuing to
Create movies
Of our lips saying
hello
While our eyes are wide
And brains are buzzing
With thoughts
But not of the future;
Setting ahead
Always seems
To go wrong
And predictions
Turn into
Disappointments

I want you
To take this
As personally
As I
Do.