janelle

There are words spoken that we understand together.

Ones of truth, care, and understanding

An art form that we both share,

different than the ones we use to express ourselves individually

When you held me in the stairwell,

I never wanted to let go

So many emotions at once burned,

Pyres of the flame with a spectrum of colors that surrounded us

It’s a sight I never had seen before.

That’s when I looked into your eyes,

With you looking back at mine

The glances between us exchanged the most beautiful words,

Ones unspoken, but focused and felt.

I hope we can walk together for as long as we want.

Not only past the faces we know like we already have,

But to places that we’ll only share together

Telling a story that will be written for both of us to remember

Time is too soon, we both know this

An hour glass with dust falling before our eyes

But I know if I hold your hand again, everything will be alright

even when it’s colder than the tundra, or hotter that the sun

We’ll be able to see everything we’ve ever wanted,

and show each other what we love most.

We have something.

something that’s not established,

nor really truly discussed,

But it’s there.

It’s beautiful. both of us know that.

I hope I get to open your heart like the way you’ve opened mine.