Writing

They are smiling,

Lips stretched up, with a slight crinkle of their eyes,

They are listening,

Nodding along, making hums of acknowledgement,

They are happy,

To you

you who lives among our rainbow hills--

green one moment

orange the next

and always blue in the distance--

you who lives along a river

you who lives looking into sunsets

you and you

I am a dying star
Don’t mourn me, I am quite far.

It was supposed to be a beautiful summer day,

sun shining, birds singing,

but instead of swimming in the lake or shooting archery on the range we are stuck inside 

You said

I seemed relaxed.

Not tense,

Like I feel,

Constantly.

Not curled up into a tight little ball

Against the world.

You said 

I seemed loose.

I don't feel loose

My love for you has no title 

My love for you is my own 

My love for you is something unique 

My love for you I wish I could've shown