a hopeless romantic's winding tales of love and other things.

2020

i'm not sure
if i was supposed to leave you behind,
or take you with me
this new year.

we feel so quick,
but yet so slow.

do you ever think that you would want
to grow old with me,
and rest your aching bones
beside mine?

as a poet,
or a make believe one:
i try to think of words that can describe you.

and the only ones that can come to my mind
are sweet nothings,
saccharine, ethereal, delicate.
but they're also everything.
my gift:
from me,
to you.

i hope i crossed your mind last night.
because you danced in mine.