cities divide and now oceans of separations take their claim in between my existence and what could of been. not under the same city lights. not under the same moon,with the same clock,with the same highway and the same central/eastern time. not only in english. but in every language will i express this joy. and i will sit and i will wait and i will die until there are new ways to say this word. . and in your failures will i sing your praises. and when you weep m eyes shall imitate. and when you sail,i will test the waters and beg of them not to change. i will beg them to be still.and i will watch you sail back,and i will love you when trips last for days,then years,then life.
i love you without knowing your daily routines
without knowing you have such tendencies.
in florescent and in natural light
in obscurities rather than,rather than.
like little broken feathers
that pull together so tight
like invisible fingers
touching silently in the night.
and when we first found eachothers eyes
for the first time,oh the first time.
i will love you. i will love you.