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.