I'm getting closer to okay.
I see you everyday but we aren't together.
That's okay.
I love you.
Seeing your face under the yellow lights is enough.
It puts you in a permanent glow.
You are enchanting.
I see that now.
As if you were on a movie screen.
The light illuminates everything.
The shadow of you smile.
The shine of your hair.
How your eyes always seem bright.
Even if you aren't.
You are magical.
I've always known that.
But now I see that everyday.
I'm getting better.
Close to okay.
All because I see the yellow light.
On your figure.
On you.
YOU ARE READING
Our Days Are Numbered
PoetryIf I wrote what these poems were really about then my truths would be spilled and I, exposed.
