the inevitable

*forty-three

i am at a loss for words
there is nothing else i can think of
except for the area where your
temple meets your cheeks
the small curvature traces over my thoughts.
imperfections mean nothing when i look at you.
every doubt dissolves into a cool breeze
the hope of you and i together
wafts through the air
incapacitated by the way i love you.
my intangible emotions jumble together
i fumble stupidly to untangle and put into words
the intensity i feel for
something i've had all along.
regularity and routine wrap
around my heart and let me sink into comfort
i can hardly think straight