December 16th, 2013

He walked with the crowd,
blended in,
but his voice stood out.
Soon all I could see was him smiling.
My heart jumped,
almost out of my chest and onto the counter.
Soon I couldnt stop my mouth from moving,
words fell out,
some words did not make any sense.
Then I stood there quietly,
just listening to him talk about anything.
Anything at this moment would be fine.
Food, family, and moon cheese.
He caused it all.
3 years of not seeing each other,
and finally I was with him.
Again he was wearing a black tshirt,
just like the last time I was in his arms.
We were no longer an ocean apart,
no longer a time difference,
the universe was no longer against us.
God I've missed him.
I still have goosebumps and chills running down my back.
Now I'm hoping this feeling never goes away....

Her Child

She flips her hair to one side.
Bites her pencils as she thinks about what to write.
Her child watches her, curiously.
Her journal is starting to fall apart,
has paint on the cover;
Especially little doodles from her child.
Together they hide her journal, almost as if it is a game.

When she's alone she lays in her bed,
imagining what her day should be like.
But it isnt long till her child joins her,
Creating dragons and princes to save them.
She lays diagonally under three layers of heavy, soft blankets.
She don't need her pillow, she has him to hold;
Soon he'll kick the blankets off.

Day to day she watches her child play.
Jumping off the stairs to jumping on her bed.
He plays with her hair,
Weaving it through his tiny hands.
He laughs as he tickles her face,
Lovingly says i love you mom.

Though her world is plain,
Her life is full.
She creates their world,
And it begins as soon as she says "once upon a time..."

what he doesn't know

He doesn't know that from time to time; I cry.
He doesn't know that days after the argument; I cried for days.
I blamed everyone around me.
Blaming myself for not caring for him enough.
I broke my phone screen and now when I look at it I remember the pain;
The heart ache that caused my eyes to swell.
I remember the last day we spent together, but deep down it wasn't enough for him.
He doesn't know that when I hear his song, again my tears began to flow.
He doesn't know that when I hear about him,
I hope that everything good is going his way.

I'm not going to be there to greet him like others do;

talk to him like others do, 

but most of all hug him like others do.

So I'll shut my mouth,

and keep my emotions bottled up.

What he doesn't know, won't hurt him.