For You

Someone’s eyes can be yellow but not really in color, more in the intimate detail of a hazy memory induced feeling. Like the touch of the small of your back or when you pick me up even though that makes me feel heaven weight and in the inner-workings of my thoughts. I appreciate you and I love you and I wish I knew more clearly when I knew that. That I paid more attention or read you in the ways you read me. You make me feel seen when I can’t really see myself. I find comfort in the way you hold and make the pain become a lone figure on a sunken desert beach. Water reminds me of you sometimes too because of the way it dances even though we don’t dance as much as we should. I want to dance through everything I want to tell you and share with you until our feet hurt and we’re tired and there’s no more room for a suitcase encasement of the unknown. Let me share with you what hasn’t come to be yet. Help me be because the things you know about yourself and about the world make me envious sometimes. I want to be with you in fields and fields of poppies that make us remember instead of forget.