I'll weave into your sleeping form and lace into your dreams; when you wake I'll be the light behind your eyes and the softness in your smile.
With sharp words and gentle intentions I will shape and guide this story. I am cunning and honest.
I'll get inside your head, but more importantly, your heart. There I will spin my tale and make you begin to wonder and learn.
I design and I scheme, I am crafty and clever. I create and I intertwine, I am fabricated and beguiling.
I am the sin and savior of imagination, I am the inspiration and the hollow ring. I am the advocator of make-believe and visions of passion.
I am the lessons of joy and strife, I am the morals, I am the parable of simplicity, I am the myths and legends that have withstood time.
I am the fallacies and disappointments, the misconceptions and outdated lore.
I am; I create. I entwine, knit, construct, contrive. I invent these allegories, bringing things into being.
(So who am I?
...I am love, for "love is a cunning weaver of fantasy and fables.")

Emails from airlines tease me, then torture me.
"Make your daydreams a reality"
"Flights on sale!"
Don't taunt me.
I look away from email to the wall;
Smiles greet me. Memories follow.
I remember that smile. It was a smile from when I was with you.
My smiles don't look like that now.
I pull out your shirt - it doesn't smell like you anymore.
I hold it close for a moment anyway.
I curl up sitting on the floor, incapacitated, halted.
Pulled beneath the waves.
It passes. It always does. It has to.
Here I have a life that I have built that you have never been able to touch,
It goes on without you here.
And there's nothing I can do about that.
So I'll continue on, living off dreams and memories.
And the emails will still come.

just wait for me, one day i’ll make a home with you.
don’t fade, don’t wane, find your way back to me.
be here.
i’m drowning myself in love songs,
doubling my emotions to make up for the lack of you.
right now you’re a ghost, a motion in the corner of my eye,
a longed-for touch, a missed presence,
words on a screen, a vessel for my love.
don't let go.
one day there will be only goodnights,
no more goodbyes.

you are not a star, or a gentle breeze,
you are not fire, or cool water…
and you do not burn or smother, you do not hurt.
you are none of the things people usually akin to those they love.
instead, you are smoldering coals and city lights,
you are the last note of someone’s favorite song,
you are twilight.
you patch but do not mend,
you create beauty but do not perfect it.
you are a question with a twist answer that i have yet to find.
you are not subtle,
you are bold strokes in tones of grey all the way to black.
you are sketched lines and eraser smudges.

you are not a star, but you amaze.