This is actually...I think the first happy poem I have written, unless you count Pity you as Happy? I dunno. Anyway, this was written with the help of my amazing girlfriend, who when I first showed her the first draft and explained it, she said I thought it was about me?.
I wasn't getting anywhere with that draft, so I was like, well lets make it about you.
But You,
The light from my phone illuminates my face,
It's 2 am,
This, this is normal for me.
Being awake with only the moon as company.
But tonight, I have another person with me.
A little picture and a whole lot of message boxes.
With every word you type, I cannot help but smile.
Because it's you.
And with each new word, you start to weave a story in my brain.
Of how in a few years, it won't be message boxes anymore.
I won't strain my eyes trying to read your messages.
Maybe this is the reason my eyes sight has got worse.
Because it won't be a phone screen next to me.
But you.
And instead of weaving stories, we will be living them.
