And Iíve painted your image
a thousand times over in my mind,
layer over layer,
colors and lines seeping through.
most prefer not to.
I try to capture your
elusive comings and goings,
your strong arms and inevitable poker face.
The way you scold me,
and I giggle in anticipation of your laugh, and oh-
that cracks through the bleakest of days
and makes all this hard work mean something.
And when Iím lost,
bold black slashes cross your
bright blue eyes,
signs of my weaknesses.
I wait for you to save me,
the slashes still visibleÖ
And still, I cannot quite grasp
all of your unearthly details,
but maybe thatís what tomorrow is for.