I know one day
I’ll pick a blade of grass
in the front or backyard
and know it was worth it.
With the silhouette
of children running around,
as their big heads
shine in the sunlight.
I’ll be free of the cloud
I currently float in,
coasting atop a world
seemingly so far away.
I’m tired.
I know I’m young, but I’m tired.
I know this is what I want,
but I’m tired.
I miss you.
More with each day, each hour.
I miss us. I miss time.
I miss you.
Your sacrifice is a daily one.
I’m not deserving of your love,
but I cherish it, even when it feels
like I’m so far away.
It’s all part of a plan
to spend our lives
somewhere where we can
be happy.
So that I can lie down,
pick a blade of grass,
watch the kids with you in front of me,
and know it was all worth it.
Everything you are exudes everything you are.
The talent, smarts and skills get shown to the faces that matter.
They see you, I promise.
Doubt may fill whatever thoughts you have left.
But don’t forget the confidence hiding underneath.
Bring it out. It’s beautiful to see.
The world is yours. It’s only a matter before it realizes.
I can’t wait to see you hold it in your hands.
Heavy are the eyes of this young man.
Old as can be, I close each lid.
Instantly, the space mountain star field surrounds me.
Can I just float away?
Will you come with me?
Let’s fly from star to star.
There is only one universe.
No one else I want to explore it with.
You are stronger than you think.
I see it all the time.
It’s shown to me every day
in a kiss and a smile.
I try to thank you, but I fail.
There’s little I can do
but make sure I treat you well.
Do I?
In my endless, spinning world
you are my steady hand,
grabbing me, holding me,
touching me, helping me.
You grasp me strongly,
because that’s who you are.
You show me every day
in a kiss and a smile.
I see the sunrise bleed throughout the curtains,
while you sleep off the night.
The voices from the other rooms get louder
as the clock gets older.
I want to see their eyes open slowly
when I make sure they’re covered.
Always believe you’ll be safe and sound.
I want nothing more.
Hang in there. Please do.
I will find a better home.
Your sacrifices allow me to soar.
Now it’s your turn.
Life’s short.
Let’s make it ours
all the way to the top,
where we can laugh and smile.
No need for a reminder
to remind her that her I can’t be without.
Future visions only co-exist with us.
Imaginations run wild.
Dreams lie ahead with two,
plus five or four.
Maybe three, maybe more.
Whatever we want is ours.
I am often reminded
of all that stands before us.
Loud laughter, warm nights.
Blankets to tuck in, ornaments to hang.
You are flowers waiting on the table,
hot cocoa on a cold night.
You are the reason I can’t sleep
when you aren’t by my side.
Carry with you these thoughts
as I always keep yours close to me.
I see their smiling faces in the rearview
as you sit in the passenger seat.
In this city I don’t recognize,
a prize sails through the streets
that lie underneath a lonely night.
My eyes have yet to wander
from who stares at me
with big bright eyes.
18 but it feels like 80.
Hard to rest when I’m
wishing you home.
18 but it feels like 80.
This is a first
and I hope it’s a last.