Sometimes my hand fails to translate
thoughts quickly enough
as my ideas of you slip through the cracks,
quietly, unnoticed.
Your smile bleeds
into the ink of my pen
and leaves traces of you
with each word I write,
but I just cant seem to write fast enough.
I feel you in more words than I am able to speak;
my mind flows to your beat;
and my heart beats your name,
as though we are one in the same.