Sloneczko

Waking up, the eastern view raining yellow sunshine

Through the large glass windows, bright and effusive

But that is not the light that brings true brilliance

To the start of my day and a smile to my sleepy face

Better than coffee and its hints of chocolate and fruit

More appeasing than any breakfast food to fill me up

Pure musicality in sound, the lilt of your voice in my ears

That is the perfect way to start my morning, or end my day

Every Moment of You

I miss you

Every hug I don't get

Every kiss I can't have

Every hand hold lost

Every strand of hair untwirled

Every bit of skin not touched

Every musical note of laughter unheard

Every last, little lightning bolt of being near you

Sticking Around

I write for me. My need to express what is going on in my life. This post though, is for you. You know who you are even if you never see this. There will be so many things I say to you, I hope. So much of our conversation that will be important but in the end only one thing matters. I'm in your life until such time as you feel I shouldn't be.

Period.

Exclamation point!

Days

There are days that I miss

The way my hand feels

Holding yours as we walk

There are days that I miss

The sound of your laughter

Musical as I tell a bad joke

There are days that I miss

The way your scent fills

Every last receptor in my brain

There are days that I miss

The electricity that sparks

My soul when we kiss

There are days that I miss

The warmth of your arms

As they wrap me in a hug

There are days that I miss

The way your eyes light up

With happiness to see me

There are days that I miss

All of these things, all of you 

These happen to be most days