moonriseee

There are

So many things.

So many things

So many people

Want from me.

Is it too much to ask for a break?

Am I allowed to

Have a few seconds to myself or

Am I just a machine?

Is it weird if

I want to tell you I love you?

Is it weird that

I want to hold you

While I still can?

Is that weird?

Maybe it's

Just me being

Emotional

Or something.

Is it weird that

I think

I might miss this.

I might miss your smile

And the way it feels when you laugh

And

How we could talk about anything.

I might miss

Those precious few minutes spent together

Every morning

The paragraphs you send me are long, 

certain, 

and completely free; 

they take flight around my mind like gentle songbirds, 

The fresh snow glistens.

Animal prints and sneakers.

Who has walked through here?

The first time I saw her, she was clutching a sketchbook in her arms. It was very plain-looking with a black cover and golden spirals.

Every week at church, she carried that sketchbook. I never saw her without it.