your words still the toppling universe for a while.
i place my faith in you. i want you to be the surest thing in the world.
i want to tell you in the middle of crashing cars and summer rain and
shooting stars that you make my world beautiful.
that you always have.
i want to tell you more than anything that
i miss you. not in the romantic i’d-die-without-you way;
just a simple missing;
like coming across something i love and wanting to share
it with you, like thinking of you when it’s raining outside so i could
just call you and we’d go nuts in the drizzle. i miss you in a soft
lingering way, in the middle of conversations, the very minute i
wake up. a simple missing without attachments.
like missing the sun when all i had all along was a lava lamp.
everything without you is duller, less.
and i wish i could understand why you make me waltz across
rooms, or sing songs off-key, or believe in things like love
and impossible things but you do.
and i miss that raging untranslatable beauty without you.