Just your name brings a smile to my face
I've known nothing greater than the weight of your head resting upon my shoulder
As we watch the world go by
Sitting together
Just
You and I
No stories make me laugh like yours do
No smile lights up my life like yours does
No simple human presence has ever stilled my soul like yours does
I wish we had more time
I wish we had more mornings together
Lazily watching So You Think You Can Dance and Tabatha Takes Over
And eating your mom's Special K cereal
While sinking into your comfy, brown, leather couch, the one that you say we once ate Nutella straight out of the jar behind
With feet entwined by more than just half-worn, multi-coloured ankle socks
I wish we had more days together
Not just the romantic days of summer
Where smiles are bigger
Where hearts soar higher
Where rosy cheeks meet sun-kissed skin
And the thin mountain air and the summer heat leave no respite
Not even stretched out in the cool shade of the hammock trees
But also the days where we walk through the woods,
Bundled up against the cold,
Fallen leaves crunching beneath our feet
Admiring the beauty surrounding us
Giggling in the face of the imposing estate on the hill above us
I wish we had more time
I wish we had more nights together
When we would curl up in your big four-poster bed
Neglecting its purple butterfly sheets in favour of the serene summer air
Letting it hold us,
Caress us,
Gentle and warm
The bright lights of the sprawling city throwing abstract orange beams across your walls
The faint smell of smoke drifting in through your open bedroom window
The distant threat of fire dispelled by the comfort and safety of each other
The neighbouring hills afire so distant from our perfect, naïve little world
Of two
I wish we had more time together,
More than a week for each of us,
More than two for the pair
I wish for more evenings where we laid side by side on the chipped concrete floor under the ribcage of that old church,
Our sanctuary from the harsh reality of the world
And the downtrodden city beyond those four walls,
Aching from a day's satisfying work
My nails black from working in the rows upon rows of strawberries, squash, and tomatoes
Your back aching from digging holes and pouring concrete
Our shoulders both a tender pink
Our last thoughts of the sleeping bodies surrounding us,
Of the early morning before us,
And the laughter of the day
I wish we had more time
I wish for more nights where we could whisper across to one another from neighbouring bunks
Still smiling from shared laughs,
Still hearing those fireworks even though it was only the first of July,
Still giggling too much to fall asleep
Nights where we were close
Always within reaching distance of the other
Always within easy sight of you
And
You of me
Allowing us to reassure ourselves that we were well and truly there
Together
For once
Just
You and I
I wish for so much
Mornings where I was so content
Days where I felt so loved
Afternoons where I was so at peace
Evenings where I felt so happy
Nights where I never felt safer
I wish we had more time
But we don't
Instead
We can only live in each and every moment
Soak up every smile
Lean into every laugh
While holding on so long
And though it feels like every word will be our last
And every touch is never to be had again
We know we have today
And for now
That is enough
Time is cruel
Fate is not kind
Your begging only hastens Her whip
As She does not care for your pain or your tears
So I will be still with you,
Enjoy the silence,
Revel in the chaos,
Languish in the light of the love I crave,
And
Wish for more time

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PoésieAn intimate look into my journey from the perfect Catholic girl with internalized homophobia to a girl who is almost okay with her queer identity. Features poems on my journey of self-discovery and acceptance through my struggles with mental health...