Be Something

I want to go home and tell You all my secrets.

Whisper my entire heart through Your ear, to Your soul.

I would speak of how much i miss You.

Your calming presence, magical wisdom, and entertaining adventure.

Your pureness to know me for me.

Starting new seems impossible and completely unreachable.

Its been a while, and i still ache for all You are.

Your fathers sweater, those navy cords, Your circle glasses

The hazelnut coffee, bottles of wine, all of our hiding spots.

When we watched the sunset, we spoke of its colors, and shapes, and beauty.

You are the only one to seek out the stars at night and wonder what else there is.

You made life simple, and easy, and beautiful.

Our affection was rare and raw; the core of two beings entwined.

Holding hands. Your strong, soft hands.

They held my heavy heart, and wrote love letters from far away.

The music floated in unison through our insides, a soundtrack downloaded after Christmas.

Although Your grand advice is tacked above my bed, hand written, and almost memorized,

I am not enough to take it.

" The most vital part of an experience like this is not to languish in the bitterness or to become intoxicated by the sweetness, but to take comfort of tender memories and set them side by side with the cold realization that they are over. "

The phrase burdens myself. I simply can not take Your advice.

Yes friend, You still are my heart.

Yes i will still write. You will still write.

I will still read. You will still read.

At least we can still be somewhere.

At least we can still be something.