Ready.

Sometimes when I need you close,
a lack of better words
leads to the distant part
of you and me.

Heads turn quickly:
a failure to comprehend
a situation so deadly
and out of my hands.

But often I see the trees swaying
in the backdrop portrait,
lighting up the silhouette
of a white dress beauty.

Because I’ll never let go of the image
you painted, bright as the sun,
while laughing in the backseat
of something bigger than us.