Propelled

Everything disappears around me;

In my mind it’s 5 am and we’re thinking about each other but neither of us know it. In my mind you’re missing me because we left too many things unsaid, because I never got to really wrap my arms around your neck and kiss your face and say I was thankful for everything I ever felt for you. In my mind we are walking alongside the pavement on opposite sides of the road and you are so close, but not close enough. And I’m yelling at you, I’m saying ‘hi, hey, remember me?’ but you have your arm around the waist of somebody else. In my mind you’re running, I can see the blur, the flash of your person running towards me. But, when you arrive, I am not the one whose face you are touching. I am not the one whose air you are breathing. I am not the one and the truth is you left me behind a long time ago. The truth is you are here; always, constantly, irrepressibly here. And the truth is, this - all of this, has to be worth something. Right? Tell me I’m not the only one with this on my mind.

“I promise I will love you as if it’s the only thing I’ve ever done correctly.”

You rain on me - I sky you. I hand you my universe and you live in me. It is you whom I love today. I love you with all my loves.

Perhaps the problem is not the intensity of your love but the quality of the people you are loving.

You are not a reflection of the people who can’t love you.

A flower does not think of competing to the flower next to it. It just blooms.