you stare at me with admiration,
a conquering aspect of nature
a mountain top, or the half moon
as it sits in the sky,                                     impossibly far

on evening drives, we listen to music
i turn the volume **** all the way up, and
you stare, as if you've never
loved so fully, or allowed yourself to exist
with passion

in early mornings, we laugh and we draw
pictures of a life together, small doodles
despite being awake, it's clear
                  we both know it's a dream
  and maybe we both know the dream ends
once we wake up
  and maybe we both know waking up means
more than just our eyes opening
                                                         ­         oh, how we've loved to keep them closed

and now, with eyes fully open and strained
i stare at the half moon,                            seeing you
seeing the empty space beside
i see a byproduct of a conquered love
and i stare, admiring