I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting

You were the wind beneath my wings but I was Icarus so all I did

Loving you was never sweet like the taste of vanilla the way I thought it was supposed to be It was more like

I see poems that need to be written scrawled in the shape of your smile and the lines of your face

I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back

I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows

I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well

I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you

There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze