A poem about love for the only person who has ever made sense to me.
For you, J. |
The boat is shrinking away But I still see you. And there you are, just standing, Looking taller than everyone (Even though you’re not) I see you as a God And I love it. I love how you are. I love what you are And how you taste when you kiss me. I miss the smell of you When you leave the room. And the way you breathe When you sleep next to me. I love the way your skin’s so warm Against mine. And the scratches on your finger tips From all the times that you have Accidently touched the metal in the oven. And that scar under your left ear From the time that you broke your mug Even though you tell people That you were mugged (I still never gonna tell) And I love the way that your hair Is all messy when you wake in the morning And the way the sun creeps in through the window And lights up your gray-blue eyes. They get silver flecks around the edges. I miss the scent of the house After you lose yourself in the kitchen. I love the little baby-blue rubber band That you wear on your right arm. I don’t think that I have ever seen What animal it scrunches into But I adore the way you snap it softly against your wrist To the beat of the every song we share. I miss your smile And the way it spreads up your cheeks And crumples your nose I love you. Madly. And it’s okay that you’re not here, That you’re heading off to answer one Of your great questions That we so often discussed At midnight. (I do forgive you for waking me up those nights, by the way) Because I can still hear you breathing In the quiet of my night. It’s not a problem for me That you’re not here. Because I go on anyway. Because you go on anyway. (Maybe just a little slower than usual) And I’m okay with waiting ‘til you get back. But that doesn’t mean That I am ever going to let go of your hand When you return To tell me what you found. |