𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡

he sits beneath the trees
in my imagination and reads the
millions of poems I have saved delicately
in the back of my mind.
he is taller than my standards and
by far everything I have ever
wanted him to be.
brown hair like the dark chocolate
I used to devour when studying
for finals.
blue eyes with the salty intensity
of the ocean that crashed on the beaches
where I used to spend long summers.
a smile as white as the cotton that grew
in the countryside of my hometown.
a voice like the honey I mix into my
evening cup of tea.
everything about him screams out to
me like dreams I used to create
when I was sixteen and losing sleep over
something with no value.
and yet I have not had the privilege of
meeting him or of touching his pale skin.
the adventures that we will have
are yet to be written in leather backed
journals and spoken in whispered tones
in the late hours of the night.
our story has not yet begun.
and I suppose I like it best that way.
because if I knew him now,
I might now cherish him as much
as I will.

written on: november 14th, 2020