And the later it gets
The more I find myself
Writing because
I just can't seem to
get her off my mind
and I wonder
what it is she thinks of me
when she inadvertently
captured my heart
from 1000 miles away

Every time it rains
I'm reminded of you
And the way you
came out of nowhere
to let me know it's alright.
When will it rain again?

As the leaves change
So do I
When I step outside
and the brisk wind
runs though my bones
I know that it's time
for change.
All the green leaves
becoming more vibrant as
they make their decent
to the ground
Their colors dazzle
and twinkle
as I become dumbfounded
by their beauty
and find it bittersweet
that they only become more beautiful
at the end of their life.
Only when they are waving goodbye
do I take the time to notice.

I can feel you
lying near me
as you keep me warm
beneath the night sky.

And I no longer
find myself
looking at those stars
because they can't
compare to the beauty
that is now lying beside me.

I hope that this time
it's not a dream.
As I feel you breathing,
staring at me,
trying to figure out my
face,
while I cross my fingers that
it's enough to keep you around.


You sleep.


I try to figure out
what it is you're dreaming
as I trace your figure
in the dark,
night continues
and the frost sets in.

You start to shiver
and I do my best
to draw you closer
in an effort to keep you warm.

You smile
through your slumber
and I fall for
the little lines
it casts across your face.

I sleep.

When I wake up.
You've gone.
It was only a dream.
And I find myself wishing
you had the same one
underneath the same stars.

Either way,
I know that when you woke up,
you got out a bowl
and poured in some cereal
first.