11/24/2013
I envy the
teacups,
that get to
touch your lips
I envy the
blankets,
that get to
touch your skin,
and keep you
warm
I envy your
bedroom walls,
which have seen you
smile,
and laugh,
and cry,
and sweat
I envy the
computer screen,
that gets to
stare at you
for hours
on end
I envy your
hair brush,
which is allowed
to run through
your hair,
like I wish
my fingers could
I envy
the stars,
which you look up to,
and talk to
when things get bad
I envy the
water,
that gets to
run along your spine,
and collarbones,
when you take
a shower
I envy the
stuffed animal,
that you sleep
next to
every night,
for I wish
it was me
instead
and I envy
everyone
that you talk
to,
for I wish
I could talk to you
instead
I envy
everyone,
and everything,
that gets to
touch you,
and look at you,
and listen to you,
for I can not
be there to
touch,
or look,
or listen
I am only
hundreds of miles
away
but I hope,
I wish,
I pray,
that someday
I will replace
that teacup,
or those blankets,
or your bedroom walls,
or your computer screen,
or your hair brush,
or the stars,
or the water in the shower,
or your stuffed animal,
or everyone,
that gets to
touch you,
look at you,
and listen to you,
if only just
for a minute
© 2013 Chloe Perkins
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 6:02 AM UTC
11/24/2013
I envy the
teacups,
that get to
touch your lips
I envy the
blankets,
that get to
touch your skin,
and keep you
warm
I envy your
bedroom walls,
which have seen you
smile,
and laugh,
and cry,
and sweat
I envy the
computer screen,
that gets to
stare at you
for hours
on end
I envy your
hair brush,
which is allowed
to run through
your hair,
like I wish
my fingers could
I envy
the stars,
which you look up to,
and talk to
when things get bad
I envy the
water,
that gets to
run along your spine,
and collarbones,
when you take
a shower
I envy the
stuffed animal,
that you sleep
next to
every night,
for I wish
it was me
instead
and I envy
everyone
that you talk
to,
for I wish
I could talk to you
instead
I envy
everyone,
and everything,
that gets to
touch you,
and look at you,
and listen to you,
for I can not
be there to
touch,
or look,
or listen
I am only
hundreds of miles
away
but I hope,
I wish,
I pray,
that someday
I will replace
that teacup,
or those blankets,
or your bedroom walls,
or your computer screen,
or your hair brush,
or the stars,
or the water in the shower,
or your stuffed animal,
or everyone,
that gets to
touch you,
look at you,
and listen to you,
if only just
for a minute
© 2013 Chloe Perkins
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