Sunday, August 29, 2010


I see you
across the room,
and your smile curls
around my thoughts.

You are as beautiful
as trees and sky
on a warm morning in April.
The kind of morning you wake up to
before sunrise
just to be sure
you won't miss it.
The kind of morning that smiles
at the whole world
and glows
with the promise of summer.

I say nothing.
Because your glowing smile
is not for me.

And I close my eyes.
Because I miss you more
when we are together.

Jan 12, 2010

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