First of November

Dear,

I write these words in order to reach you, an astronaut launched into space with no intention to return to the surface. The star that is you calls me. Perhaps you don't know. And maybe you never will. In this life, understand how much I treasure your happiness. 

Truth be told, I am a fool. A boy who yearns for something he does not yet quite know. But when I look upwards to the sky, I see you there in all of your simplicity, your beauty. A destination that I can only dream of reaching one day. 

In His perfect time. 

The depths of my eyes gazing into the eternity of yours, lost in thought. When I get there, I will lay my heart down at your doorstep; each heartbeat a day spent waiting for the opening of a wooden door, the entrance into your home. 

You will know, and you will see too.

The welcoming sound of your voice that asks me to come inside, away from the cold. The gentle movements of your small hands that motion me to sit down, as you hand me a cup of bitter coffee. 

Gleaming hope leaks from your smile, and comforts my doubts.

I manage to string a few hopeless words together and you laugh at my attempt; the soul inside of my fragile being leaps with joy.

When our voices grow weary of running, we rest in a peaceful silence that engulfs us; our shared presence floods the room. A space for living, a running river of the dreams and hopes we have for each other at the bottom of this suburban valley.

But these plans may never come to fruition, these longings left unsatisfied. Perhaps in another lifetime, we had our fair share of memories made, and saw our dreams fully realized. 

You seem like someone from my past, accompanied by a familiar feeling that lingers in the air. 

This evening lives within my head, a piece of my mind occupied by the thought of you. Given time, you may be leaving, venturing to another's home, desiring for another's company.

I will water this thought until it escapes my memory and grows into reality. 

Even if this path has already run its course, I will hope for your happiness.

Because regardless of what you perceive me to be, know that I care for you. I pray that you find what you are looking for. 

But do not mistake me for a solitary poet, caged in his mind, and jailed with his thoughts. 

I spill these colourful words onto this blank canvas because I want to paint an image for you. 

I will remain here until you turn your head to my direction.

I ask you to take a glance, to spare a thought for me. 

This is for you. 

I invite you to stay if you can, but I implore you to leave if you must.

With my feet planted, and my heart in the skies, 

looking towards the horizon, 

I sense the warmth of your smile, 

light radiates from your sunshine dress, 

I feel the gentle touch of your hand, 

as you pull me onward.

With love,