I am nothing without this thing called spell check
I have nothing on many of yours education
and many of yours upbringing
and I envy most of your elegance
but I will continue to speak from my heart
hoping you hear me, and hoping you do the same

I remember the warmth
of so many suns.
I remember the taste
of red berries sweet.
I remember your arms,
like anchors in a sea
of storm-tossed sheets.

I remember spinning barefoot
on wild, summer grass.
I remember swinging high
into honeysuckle skies.
I remember the song
of simple, starlight nights
and the crescendo
of our *laughter.

sunrises behind city skylines
getting out of bed for coffee,
getting back in
a new journal
daydreaming
open windows
acoustic versions
boarding passes
rose petals
feeling fearless
the sound of rain
chapter one
shutter clicks
maps
the sea

petals
teardrops
snowflakes
rain
stars
tides
eyelids
time
shadows­
leaves
the sun
and I,
for you