People we will never meet,
Faces we will never see.
Unbeknownst to us,
Wandering aimlessly.

I aspire to awaken hearts

I want the souls encompassing me to flourish.

To dance and sing and create a rhythm.

So when their spirits fly through those Pearly Gates, the fluttering of their wings will create a melody so sweet, even Van Morrison says it sounds free.

I was blindsided,
Hit in the back.
A ruthless attack.

Your adoration vanquished me.
It relinquished me,
from the agony of my dreams.

I miss you. I miss you so. ****. much.

I miss you with every step and breath I take.
But no.
I miss you more than that. So much more.

I miss your fingers entwined with mine, your thumb doodling patterns across my knuckles.

I miss your voice, the inflection and emphasis of your carefully chosen words, hearing you laugh when I laugh.

I miss your breath tickling my neck at 2 AM, and waking you at 3. Kisses, love, and challenges to follow.

I miss once-in-a-while 4 AM kitchen dances. Aaliyah serenading our modest rendezvous.

We believed it was the perfect time for a dance. Not quite morning, not quite night. But for us, it was just right. The essential in-between moment of blurred clarity.

I miss our blurred clarity.

Our oxymoron.

Two ears, two eyes
A nose
A mouth
A chin

Billions of combinations,
Not always showing what's within.

More than a face,
your soul shines through.
You're too busy to notice,
being so utterly you.

So mark my words, in your special way,
You will see your own beauty one wonderful day.

How your voice sounds first thing in the morning. Larynx still dry from sleep.

Where your eyes wander as your search for elusive words continues.

How your head will nod to the car radio after a tiresome day at work.

The way your hand maneuvers a pen so delicately across a fresh piece of notebook paper. Or napkin. Envelope. Whatever is in your reach when inspiration strikes.

The path your tears will travel down your worn skin as you remember the souls that are so easily forgotten.