So many roads that
do not lead to you, each so
unworthy of wheels
Author – Editor – Freelance Writer
So many roads that
do not lead to you, each so
unworthy of wheels
Come morning it is
the promise of you that lets
me wake up again
Let the dust settle.
Watch the haze vanish, leaving
us behind, so clear.
Our faces so close, still
we saw everything we might
be in this lit world.
You don’t have to be
my everything. You just have
to be my always.
Worn shoe soles from our
journey there and back, finding
fresh home with each step.
This sprawling seascape
adorned by watery pearls
shines with our beauty
Trials and tears, the
sound of our fears. Still we are
here. Still we are here.
Connect the dots. My
lips to yours; remember this
pressure, this release.
Hold on and forget.
Hold on and remember me
this way: yours yours yours.