She Smiled

She sat in her room and thought of him. Thought of his smile, warm and gentle, thought of his laugh, bright and kind. She thought of brown eyes, like melted chocolate, and a dark, scratchy beard. She thought of holding his hand, her fingers lacing through his, and of long walks by the river near his house. She sat in her room, so far from his. She thought of him and smiled.

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Whenever I spend time away from you, it feels like I’ve forgotten something important. Like something is missing, and I can’t quite put my finger on it. But then you send me a message, say good morning or goodnight, and I realize what’s missing is you. The longer you’re away from me, the more intense the feeling gets, until the only desire I have is seeing you. It’s ridiculous how much I love you, and how much I miss you, but I wouldn’t want to stop loving you, no matter how much relief it brought, because I know that just being where you are will always bring me more.

Hole

The lethargy of a
broken heart sets in
but there is no heart
to be broken
just the great pain
with the loss of a lover
the emptiness left
with the loss of a friend
and the aching question
of whether it’s possible
to start anew once again

Early Riser

Your head on my pillow
in the light of the
sunset through my window
you were gone by the time the
sun rose in the morning
waiting for me in the kitchen
when I awoke
a mug of tea
wrapped in your hands
an empty one
waiting for me
to join you.

The Music Room

I fall in love too much, too quickly. As soon as I saw the room, I was in love with it.  I could see posters and decorations up on the walls, my horn on its stand in the corner.  I could see my name in the hallway, next to the door, and the smiling faces of students I’ve yet to meet.  It’s amazing how much love you can find for something you may not even get.  But I think that’s the beauty of being a teacher — love is what you reap because love is what you sow.

Afraid of the Dark

Sometimes
I’m afraid of
the dark
not all the time
but when everyone is
upstairs in bed
the lights are off
and the shadows fall
just right
even my own home
is an unfamiliar darkness
my heart races
and I sprint
up the stairs
to the safety of
my own bed
and the sweet dreams
of sleep.

The Breakwater

We drove to Rouse’s Point and got sandwiches from Sandy’s Deli, to go. That picnic dinner on the breakwater, with just a little bit of spray flicking us as the water hit the rocks, is one of the best memories I’ve ever made with you. You finished your BLT before I was even half-done my club sandwich, because I was too busy telling you stories about my grandparents and great-grandparents to eat, so you took a selfie while my mouth was full, and kept it. We took a cheesy picture of our shoes, your right, my left, like a couple might, even though we’re just best friends, but maybe that’s enough for now, because you kept that, too.

Can’t Help

Sometimes
I forget
just how much
I love you
and then I
see your smile
hear your voice
and it all
bubbles up
and over
and I just can’t help
but smile.