You told me once you got your first pay check this week, you were setting some of it aside for me.
For my ring.
When I kissed you it was soft and full of meaning. It poured through our lips into each other. When I pulled away, you didn't open your eyes.
"Don't" was all you could say. Unjustified, without explanation, it needed none. Your voice was quiet and passionate. It cracked a little.
I kissed you again and you were relieved.

"I am so in love with you" I whispered against your lips.
"I am so in love with you" you replied.
I kissed you again and you were relieved.

When I started seeing your name in the clouds
I shut my eyes until the sun exploded against the horizon, leaking the night into the sky
When I started seeing your name in the stars
I shut my eyes until my dreams faded in and out, shapes and colors and your face again and again
When I started seeing your name in the grains of the wood above me
I shut my eyes until fireworks burst and popped under my eyelids
I keep checking my inbox to see your name there
But all I have is an outbox filled with
"I miss you"

The shoulders of your shirt are stained with my tears
Because you're not here wearing it

When the lights go down
We look at each other
And you follow the curve of my face
Before your lips make one of their own

I inhaled deeply, feeling the air rush into every curve of my lungs, strengthened from my cardio and breathing exercises. I pushed the air out of me, tightening my diaphragm. The little puffy dandelion seeds zoomed into the wind, little broom shaped pips spinning through the sky. I could you feel you watching me.

"What'd you wish for?" you asked softly.
I looked at you and leaned in to kiss your cheek. Your thin beard tickled my lips. I pulled away and wiped your cheek off with my thumb. In that moment, every moment of the last year rushed through my mind, every kiss, every poem, every laugh, every movie night, every time I caught you staring, every time I've stared, every time we've started at each other without anything to say besides "I love you", every present, every second, every prayer, every sickness, every thing you've every said.
"I think I need you."
"I love these places. Where I can kiss you without opening my eyes. Where I can see you with my lips."
"I am so infinitely, wonderfully in love with you."

Every tear, every smile, every thing. You were all there was.
You.

"You." I replied.

I love to use words and write
About her. There's so much.

How her lips curl and dance up
Into her smile, or how --
The deep brown in her curls drips
Onto her cheeks in soft freckles -- and
Her deep brown eyes pour into thick
Eyelashes and beneath them --
All her real beauty blossoms

But she can't be captured in words;
Angels were never meant for them.
But I try anyways.

Love inspires stupid things.