I wish I didn’t feel so empty.
— I postured my heart to envelope kisses I couldn’t seal in the back pocket of happiness to write a line of dreams we let dry in the rain. Sometimes I have dreams of kissing the doorways you’ve walked through. Sometimes I keep the sand from your touch to have something fall through my hands at goodnight. Sometimes there isn’t enough left of the bridge to rebuild from, but the stars keep shining because you’re made of wishes I haven’t met yet, and the only thing brighter than the night is your smile. We’ve hid in the clouds for so long, the seasons can’t find the vein we last missed. Every day is a song that pleads with strength I don’t have to hurt. But, I don’t need poetry to tell you your heart is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever held.