sometimes i feel the lingering brush of your delicate fingertips dusting over my dried-out skin.
sometimes i hear you whisper your naughty secrets with your lips brushing the shell of my ear.
sometimes you're dancing around the kitchen, luring me in so you can trap me in a waltz, singing and laughing and letting me know that there is joy in the mundane.
often, i see you at night, lighting up the world that craves darkness, spilling your overabundant radiance into our savage, unkind, uncaring lives.
tonight, i feel your arms caging me in a relentless embrace, squeezing away my turbulent sorrows that seem to plague my every thought, action, and desire. you are here to remind me that joy is a choice, not an emotion. you are a messenger of perfect joy, perfect peace, perfect mercy.
your melodic voice murmurs sweet nothings and bitter everythings and all in between in the back of my weary mind.
i love you, i say, i miss you. i drone my broken record mantra over and over through snotty gasps and wet weeping.
i'm right here, you tell me, i'm always close to you.
but how, if i cannot feel you, see you, touch you, smell you, hear you? why are you an eternity away?
one day, my love, i may get an answer. but for now you tell me that joy is a choice, regardless of whether or not i'm ecstatic or miserable or anxious or in love or content or broken. i must always choose joy, lest i lose the softness of my delicate heart while being caught up in emotions.
no matter where i am, or what i'm doing, i feel you reaching out to me, because you know if i'm left alone, i may do something stupid. i know you love me, because i'm still here, right?
knowing i have your love is the best thing i could ever ask for, i think. and knowing that it's only a fraction of the love i receive from the Greatest creator- how can i ever fathom the depths of this all-encompassing affection, adoration, dedication?
thank you, my only love, for being a tiny moonbeam refraction of this love and light and for consistently reminding me that there is so much more to this life than just this life.
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free verse poetry, anyone? :)
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