I hope we never forget
this time
When we come upon
sad time
these times are an intense stare with different feelings
these times are potent strong back rubs that will be over too quickly for different reasons
the term honeymoon made of something laboriously sweet and something poetically cyclical as in honeymoon phase: a stage of poetic sweetness when a romantic relationship is driven more by overhelming feelings than by decision making
how similar basking in your melodious moonlight in happiness is to basking in sticky alone ness
spending a lot of time writing things down
noticing myself in a kind way more than usual
struggling to focus on paperwork and punctuation
predict when things will potentially be over or change or happen
And not basking in either time
Would be a devastating waste
But basking in alone peacetime can be glaring, exposing raw flaws
And basking in your attention feels like an opalescent veil
Shielding my pockmarks from my own inexorable judgement
Filtering my goals through a screen of glittering hope
Sometimes gentle is the most intense
YOU ARE READING
for now
Poetrypoems for this time and to an incredibly beautiful girl. a reminder that people are mostly good. feelings are mostly good. life is good and life changes every day. Feelings protect you, and it's okay not to be okay.
