I wish…
That just for once, my starstrung dreams would be answered before blinking in oblivion. Even a broken swan would gaze into a fractured mirror and repeat to itself, “I am beautiful.” Are such dreams meant to be answered? Or are they to hang uselessly on stilled puppet strings, suspended for eons to come with seconds to spare?

And what of these scrawled notes on a café’s napkin? The one with the little rings from where the coffee sat, smearing the penstrokes so that they bleed across the paper. Little “I-love-you”-s and false phone numbers pass from fingertip to fingertip in a gesture soon forgotten.

But a smile is remembered. A glance from across busy city streets, perhaps. Beauty remains in the eye of the beholder to be cherished day and night, life by life. And so you become longed for. Each moment ticks by in the breathless torture that we describe as “waiting.” Oh, how time loves to mock! To hold out until we see its toll in our faces and demeanors, even down to our very last moment of thought.

Is it so wrong to wish for a simple touch from the ones that we foolishly let pass by? To wonder how life would be different if we had simply fallen into step with them to discuss nothing yet say everything?
…Such is the power of a simple “Hello.”
But even stronger, a “Goodbye.”
And when you last see that yearned for love? The world becomes kaleidoscope-worthy in its meaning and emotion until it suddenly caves at your feet when finally you must let go.

We are but a pair of doves in a flock of crows, tranquility at its purest in a threatened society. Yet we survive. Each grain of sand that slips through the hourglass marks a moment of magic among many, all to be stored away in a velvet-lined box locked with sun dusted secrets known only to us. I live for you. I breathe for you.

I love only for you.


I stutter and stumble over simple words only to slip and fall my way through my days. But always, you’re there, palm outstretched to help me along with a smile just touching your lips, gentle as a kiss from the midsummer’s breeze. You never fail to lift me to new heights. And for this, I cherish you.
And for once I believe that maybe…
Just maybe…

I AM beautiful

Beautiful to somebody who cares
Perfect to someone who loves


Simple jazz-encrusted daydreams in a dim corner of a café flit through the air before my eyes days, weeks, eternities later to the rhythm of nails drumming a heartbeat into the tabletop. I don’t want to lose the sensation of your breath caressing my neck or the magic of your fingers twined in mine.

Even the apartment echoes with calls of your name. Dreams resonate with your soul searing presence, enough so that the pillow is instead forced to dry the tears you once kissed away from an angel’s cheeks. Even the sun’s gentle rays peek through the window in an effort to ease the loneliness only to find me reaching for you in the throes of a nightmare called “Life.” The body refuses to admit the loss that the mind has already realized.

The absence of the comfort and security that trails at your heels with a puppy’s innocence leaves me haunted, desolate, utterly isolated and alone in my own mind.

I miss you.

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