I want to go see you.
Arrive and say hello sweetie.
How are you?
Then kiss you on the lips.
Then say nothing more.
Because all has been said by just a glance.
You’ll see it in my blush.
I hope someday we can walk on a tree lined street
And watch fireflies dance.
My heart is in fragments.
Not your fault.
No need to say sorry.
No need for you to worry.
But you will be the one to put the pieces back together.
And then I know I will become stronger.
I don’t know how this has somehow worked.
But it has in its own way.
Putting it all together won’t be easy.
I know that.
It’s worth a try.
To hear your voice
Is like when I hear the waves.
It soothes me.
Then to see your smile.
It’s like seeing the ocean.
Right now it’s 11 PM
I want to go to bed soon.
I want to dream about you.
I want to sleep tight.
I want to wake happy from my dream.
Missed You Poem
You told me your childhood name.
My heart aches I cannot remember it.
I love gazing at your smile when we chat.
Even just for a little while.
I know you must go, but I don’t want you to.
It’s good to know you missed me too.
How about you view.
I’m glad to hear the sadness in your voice
when you said, “But you left the country.”
I was gone for a long time I know, but to be
back and chatting with you.
Aweee! Is a dream come true.
I have so much in my heart.
And you win.
Now it all belongs to you.
All of those little things in our past.
All came rushing back.
I never thought this would haunt me at last.
To have left without begging for a kiss.
I never thought it would be you I would miss.
No 200-mile walk in Europe will help you find yourself
Your SELF is at home waiting for you
She is resting wishing you were there
Your other half is waiting for you phone call
Your other half is waiting for you text
Go home and be with your other half
Then and only then shall you find yourself
Because when you are with her you are whole
You purr sweet nothings in my ear.
Your paw’s touch is gentle.
You pounce on me with no fear.
You eagerly nudge me with your nose.
Your soft lick on my fur.
Fate brought us together.
You and me sitting under the bookshelf.
Playing with yarn.
Your tongue lapping on my fur.
Love it. Love it. Love it.
Drinking milk from a saucer together.
Life couldn’t get any better.
I see the moon.
I hear the waves of the sea.
I feel the soft breeze.
I feel your hands caress me.
I hear your laughter with ease.
The night is cool.
Your hands are warm.
I’m no fool.
But I know you mean no harm.
You just want me to wait.
Because you waited too.
But don’t you think it’s getting late.
We have to kiss, it’s about due.
Why do I feel this way?
I seem to love roses more than I usually do.
Often times I see them in gardens but I do not take notice of them.
Today I saw a beautiful pink rose.
For once I wanted one in a vase in my room.
I didn’t want to pick the rose I saw.
I wanted one from you.
I can’t wait to hear your voice.
I can’t wait to kiss you.
I long for you just to hold me.
But I do have to ask myself.
Is this what they call love?
Or perhaps it’s just lust.
Or are we just lost?
I don’t think you understand the impact that you’ve had on me
I don’t think I will ever know how many hours you’ve spent thinking about me
You don’t know how many smiles of yours I’ve counted
I don’t think I will know how many teardrops of mine you’ve gathered
Do me a favor
Reach for me and hold my hand
I need you now more than ever
I know you’re there
But the distance is too far
I cannot reach you
I can only smile at you
I can almost see you smile back
I just want to see your smile
Do not forget me
Because if you do you’ll be forgetting the better half of yourself ohhh…
I thought about you today
I was watching a video
It reminded me of you
And then I started to wonder
I found out how much you loved me yesterday
You should be here with me
The photograph for this blog post is a screen shot from the trailer of Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind.
We did what we did because we could.
It felt right. It was right.
It’s been done.
And it’s not over and it will never be over even if it’s over.
This week it’s like we met again for the first time.
I look different to you with my long hair you say.
You gaze at me with those eyes that have been looking at empty roads.
It’s as if you’ve been waiting for something that’s been long gone.
It was left on the road.
It’s as if you’ve been seeing strands of hair for years and wishing they were mine.
I know because I know and I wish what you were waiting for was here, but it’s not.
Now both of our hearts are open and there’s no closing it forever.