I think I’m lost.
Because I find myself wandering lately.
w o n d e r i n g . . .
Wondering why you and your shimmering eyes won’t stay
as
      far
           from
                   my
                             mind
as our imaginary restraining order demands.
I can’t decide if the wetness on my cheeks is from the rain,
         Or if it’s from the tears that never cease when I
i m a g i n e
holding you close to me again.
Love notes are sweet,
But they begin to taste of venom when you try to spell “I love you” with the letters
h
       a
              t
                     e
...... .. . . .    .  .
And now I can’t stop thinking about you
        dreaming about you
   wishing about you;
it’s like you’re a star,
    and I’m stuck grounded on Earth.
I dig my roots in
                            d
                            e
                            e
                            p
                            e
                            r
                               in hopes of growing new leaves.
Then I can change them.
Rearrange them from a shaded, enviable green
To a billowy baby blue…
A blue bluer than the sea,
            bluer than the sky,
            bluer than your eyes.