During the long days
orphaned thoughts float
through currents of mind
unanchored
unwritten
unsaid. 
I want to write beautiful words to you
to paint the colour of my desire;
the depth of my love. 
I want to be the reason your laughter fills your room.  
Yet it is the minutiae of day
that become the weight-bearing bones of us
small cells of time strung together
to create the shape of our forever. 

 

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