I can't live with the idea
of you knowing how to exist without me.
The morning dew settles from yesterday's mist,
as my tears finally dry from a night of
forever needing you.
I remember when you had me chasing you.
Making me run like a little boy after an
ice cream truck on the hottest day in September.
Your laugh echoes into the crook
of my eardrums as you watch me experience
the coolness of your smile.
You can relieve the most painful memory and
replace it with the bliss of your presence.
Your hands carry me to the place where
Gods go for their peace of mind and I find myself
thinking, this is heaven for me.
Your voice resonates to the beat of my heart
like the humming of a singer shedding off her blues.
Your whole being has me falling into
a peaceful state of euphoria.
But I sit here with my journal open
because it is the only world I know how to tread on.
I want my pen to help me escape the longing.
I want to lose myself on these pages
so that I can stop from missing you.
Knowing deep down inside that I haven't
learned how to let you go.
If I did, then these words would not
have been able to find themselves.
Intertwined in the desire of trying to keep you.
I need this poem to stop writing itself
but my brain wants to continue
in this agony I am living in.
My soul wants to wrap around your heaven
and illuminate the possibilities that could still exist
if you stick by me.
