excerpts

7.2

YOU ARE soft spoken words enveloping great depths.

YOU ARE hands brushing slightly in an exchange.

YOU ARE shy smiles and quirky laughs.

YOU ARE late nights with bad jokes.

YOU ARE angsty music and melodic emo songs.

YOU ARE soft hoodies and scuffed sneakers.

YOU ARE pale denim skies and clotted cream clouds.

YOU ARE clicking computer keys and half shrugs.

YOU ARE smeared pencil lead and eraser shavings.

YOU ARE longing hellos and tentative goodbyes.

YOU ARE stolen glances and shared silences.

YOU ARE unconditional kindness and pure sincerity.

YOU ARE torrents of emotion tucked behind a mask.

YOU ARE runs, walks, and rain.

YOU ARE tidal waves and rocky beaches.

YOU ARE stringed balloons filled with helium.

YOU ARE sunsets and sunrises.

YOU ARE eyes brimmed with tears.

YOU ARE hearts full of pain.

YOU ARE mouths stuffed with words.

YOU ARE dusty shelves and crisp pages.

YOU ARE stark ink and smudged glass.

YOU ARE unfinished puzzles and half written letters.

YOU ARE blurry pictures and magazine cut outs.

YOU ARE post it notes with scribbled messages.

YOU ARE foggy mirrors and crumpled photographs.

YOU ARE aching chests and racking sobs.

YOU ARE unspoken words tucked behind forgotten pages.

YOU ARE unanswered messages and dropped lines.

YOU ARE bleary eyes and sore throats.

YOU ARE not fading from my mind, not from my heart.

and no matter how many metaphors I write-

YOU ARE STILL EVERYTHING.