You have been running after me,
and I’ve been running after you.
It’s always been this crazy chase
a race made for two.
I’ve been growing tired
But to stop, I’m afraid to do.
What if you are running away
And I’m just chasing after you?
We are standing on the precipice
of something truly spectacular.
The compelling anticipation is
almost too much to bear.
And eyes have seen and lips have spoken
a future both bright and quite fragile
So I must wait with steadfast faith,
with deliberate care.
I picture your face as I draw breaths,
willing patience as you to come to the
inevitable conclusion of which
I am fully aware.
We are a union made to exceed
the vastness of all universes.
Take my hands, hold my heart, dear
Let me take you there.
This was our bench
in the middle of the park
where I’d lay on your lap,
reading a book
as you shielded my eyes
from the sun.
This was our tree
where you carved our initials.
You’d strum your guitar
and I’d hum along
as we shared sandwiches
and wishes.
This was our bed
with your sweat and saliva
on the pillow.
I’d bury my nose in it,
your scent made me
dizzy with delight.
This was our life
and it was just ours
before it was any one else’s.
Once upon a time,
I had your heart
before it was any one else’s.
You lower your hands to the side
of you hips
and your lips pucker
as you throw me a sideway glance.
You walk with a swagger
that is gracefully subtle
and yet deliberate.
Time stops as you hammer the
floor with your feet,
my heart feverishly beats
as the dance reaches a crescendo.
You pierce me with your eyes,
which is why
I widen our distance.
You must have confused
me with some other girl.
This is not my first time on the dance floor.
While it may seem like
you are dancing for me,
it’s correct to assume that
you dance best on your own.
Do not dwell on your despair, my heart
Let not the scars
of battles lost
impede you from beating.
Let not the nightmares
that haunt your sleep
stop you from dreaming.
Let not the cuts
of promises broken
obstruct you from hoping.
One day, my heart,
you will find the one
worthy of your collection of
scars and dreams and cuts.
And while this seems farthest from what’s true
One day, you will feel like new.
I will love you again and again
For as long as I can.
I will fold space for you so that
I can love you in all dimensions.
I will love you in tessellations
With no gaps and no overlaps.
I will love you in all configurations
In all colorations.
So that wherever you are
And wherever I am,
You will never feel in want
Or in doubt
Of the constancy of my love.
When I find him,
I will love him without reservation,
With wild abandon.
Because how can I not?
When you witness something so absolute and breathtaking
Do you stand on the sidelines and feel lukewarm about it?
No, you take it all in and bathe in the glow of its beauty.
No matter how fleeting it may be,
I want to throw myself at love’s mercy.
Let your face be the first thing I see
In mornings, bright and sunny,
Let it remind me of easy days
And holidays.
Beneath thunderstorms and dreary skies
Let me stare into your eyes
And find in them a steady bay
Where I can stay.
Amidst the grueling work week rush
As I toil and grind and mush
I will trust that I find my way
To your arms each day.
And as the sun surrenders to the moon
And darkness begins to loom
Let your kisses sweep me far away
In your arms, I end this day.
Make Room for Poetry 
Remembering
For the beautiful stories you’ve woven
through your words and works of art;
For the people whose days have been
brighter because of you—thank you!
It is late, and how I feel I’ve been robbed,
by your passing
because you shared your light,
even when at times you had very little
to keep for yourself.
*A brief pause from my usual love poems to say thank you to those who have left the world all too quickly.