I am left with scraped knees,
fingertips that spent their days counting the ones they would be able to meet yours.

Raw, bruised, red lips from all those unspoken wishes that lulls those tired eyelids to sleep.

A heart full of love to kiss, dance, tickle you with.

Eyelashes with tears edging the corners.

Swallow that inexplicable sense of speechlessness.

Save those for undeniable sweet things on sunshine-kissed days.

I'll be okay.

Will be okay.

I love you & that is ok-ay.