My love

My love,

some mornings

I see your rain-soaked face

(wet, wet hair, and cloudy eyes)

in my reflection

in the mirror

which hangs by my bedroom door

and my heart spreads its wings

if only for a moment

My love, I often think

of the way your warmth

felt on my skin

when you told me

that you felt like your body was

made up of nothing

but music

and though I couldn't hear your song

(I tried hard, I really did)

I smiled

And my love, I want to walk the thousand miles

Which lead to your house

and tell you

that the concept of love

is eternally flawed.

It's too forgetful to be a forever

too deep to disappear

it's endless

yet it ceases

and when ours came to a stop

you ended and

I began