I remember you in the morning,
the way the light hit your eyes,
the way your smile matched mine,
the way your fingers grazed over my peaks and valleys,
the way you wandered over my warm skin, inhaling its intoxicating scent.
And I remember the feeling that it was a perfect dream,
one that we never wanted to end
but it slipped away too soon.
And now every time I start to rise in excitement
I anticipate the impending heartache that follows.
Do I dare to fall, do I dare to rise, do I …
I do, and so we continue, for the rest of our lives.
Lying in bed after a night’s sleep, I peek
at the clock to confirm the hour before
the sun comes up. It’s too early to stir
the house awake, too early to reach for the phone,
for those good morning kisses. It’s
the only thing I want to wake up to, seeing you
across from me, telling me you love me.
Forcing myself back to sleep, I float in and out
of a dream, too eager to get too deep.
It’s one of those days, like every other one,
where you are so far away and I need your face
in front of me. I need your kisses all over me.
I need your smile, your body wrapped around me.
Yet, here we are,
with one more night ending,
to one more morning
in another light.
out of darkness
the night sky sparkles above
as a sailor’s friend reminds all
of its surrounding splendor.
the twinkling is the same as it’s always been
but brighter than we’ve allowed ourselves to see.
somewhere across the horizon,
underneath the same vast sky
you’ve been thinking of me
and at last, we can finally breathe.
*a rewrite from the original poem posted June 29, 2020