i’ll follow to your room
or into your arms
and i’ll sit and wait when you’re upset
and need quiet,
until you’re ready again-
but my mind won’t be with you.
my body will stay and it will lead my actions,
what i say to you,
but i’m constantly crafting,
conjuring spells with my words
and slowly,
softly,
making sure this fleeting moment
does not pass.
i won’t forget a word
that escapes your lips(
which i so often write about)
as i quickly etch them into the corner of my mind
and let them take over my thoughts-
you’re everything
everywhere
ready to be my art
my oxygen
my water
my light