You Are

May 18, 2024

Mute words, cut through the air
They pierce my palms,
From between my fingers they escape,
I wanted to say something,
But I can’t say much of anything,
I didn’t expect it to come to this
And you are what I long for,
How I long to glue my words
So my message would get through
Thin as a fine silk rope
Slipping between your ears
As my tears brush my blushing cheeks
And I see you, my face lit up with the depths of your eyes
Soft simple exalts of something indescribable
Love
I love you,
that’s all I can say,
And it still scares me to think how much;
Surely I say enough to just look at you
to glue my words
and say
“You’re what I long for,
what I want so much,
my smile on sad days.”