#27poemsfor

I envy the trails

that tested your resilience

I envy the mountains

that witnessed your strength

I envy the summits

that saw you at your best

and I envy the sun

rising slowly in the horizon

always the first to see you

at your happiest.

Keep on climbing,

you are beautiful when you do.

The 2nd floor

The bright room through the door in the left

Brown wooden floors

The unmistakable scent of a newly painted wall

White walls and different sized prints of beautiful photographs

I went there because I know part of your soul is there

Your memories, alive in the walls

I wanted to see what you have seen

I wanted to understand, to feel something

I looked at every detail

I remember a hint of a certain kind of sadness in the soft contrasts, in the faces of your subjects

A sadness I've always felt

A sadness I've been trying to understand

And that day, I felt it disappear. Eight years suddenly faded away. I saw you again, through your photographs, through your own eyes.

Beautiful

The photographs

And the person who took them.

Let's go back

to the full moon

in an evening

during last month's end.

Weeks before

you reminded me

not the miss it

saving me from the trap

of repeatedly thinking of things

to fill this void inside me.

I'm never really good at the things I do

I'm really bad at making conversation

I know some people care

I care about them too

but I just don't know

how to show it

and I always feel like I have to

like how I think that I owe you

for reminding me of the full moon

You don't even know about it

you probably never will

but you saved me that day

it's true

even if you didn't mean to

I can't even tell you

Because I don't want to bother the hand holding yours.

2/19/18