the sun. the moon. the sea.
a poem to an anonymous lover, and a wish, that every stranger experiences a love like this…
loving you is seeing softness in a stranger’s eyes. beautiful and broken, yet comforting in an indescribable way.
its the three rays of sunlight that shine on my pillow midday. warm and light. the only light my place of slumber sees since the day you left.
your love is the turning of the leaves. the squirrel jumping from branch to branch. its the bite in morning air. the sunrise behind the staunch walls of the engineering building. your love is every little thing i notice. it consumes me.
your love is the tide of the sea. something i watch closely for perfect timing. but the phase of the moon must have changed, for with your love, perfect timing seizes to exist. the tide has gone, and it pains me.
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oh what i would give for the tide to come back,
for constant rays on my pillow,
and to experience the change of season without a heavy heart.
a heart that longs for the love it once felt,
many
moons
ago.
