I'd want to be where you are right now. Maybe initiate a conversation that could go on for hours then go back home relieved that I did. I'll keep the glances I stole, your name on my chest and the promise to meet again. I'll write to you, everyday. I'll tell you how my day went and how far it was from the day I expected it to be. How different were the days when I was with you compared to those I wasn't. I'll also ask you how did your day go. Did you like your breakfast, and if you are still the same person I've known ever since the day I laid my eyes on you. All these, and many more. Everything that you are a part of, I'll always keep with me. Inside my pockets, locked in my chest and sealed in my heart.

mom was always self conscious about her veins
she veiled them with pants in eighty degree weather, constantly looking for cures for varicose and spider veins and always asked me if she looked bad
mom never looked bad, not even mediocre. she was mom.
mom shone through with a holy radiance of giving, i knew that when she got to heaven (even if heaven was never real god would make a heaven just for her) she would be blessed and her veins would be erased.
i would write her a letter telling her how her veins were art on her legs with colors that were abstract for the human body
i would tell her i love the paintings on her legs because they reminded me of all she did for decades, tiring her feet, never sitting down, giving her self up for half hearted people.
i would tell her stories that her veins were paintings made by God to show her how unique she was, and he formed murals for her that would never go away, with lilac, violet and green paints that stained his fingers
i would remind her maps and magnificent cities had veins of their own, they were the roads and tunnels that people traveled on to find their destination.
my hope for her is that she remembers her flaws are art that don't have to be hidden in a museum

Your life and place what does it mean

Is it a happy place for fun and games
Is it a sad place to forsake your name

Is it a place of seriousness without fame
Is it a place of gladness without shame

Is it a place to retrace your years
Is it a place to create your fears
Is it a place to shed your tears

This life we have we have to take
This life we have we must partake

This life we have we can't trade in
This life we have is what you make

This life and place would you trade it in
This life and place will it be you sin

The things we have
The things we take

Your life you control
Your life you have

Make it great or just beware

A
tear from
my face, the
sudden pain, some from
happiness, some from sadness,why
is it like this, a tear
from the left, I know it's
not good, soon accompanied by
others, these tears make
me think, I
wipe them away,
no more tears
to display,
I feel
terribly gray,
I do not want
to live to
see another
day.