Where the World is Beautiful
March.2008

I fill the dreaded moments with thoughts of how I’ll see you
Get through these moments to make it to the place and the time where
you and your arms will be-albeit too quickly gone-with I, and
I wonder if you can feel the lack of me, so strong and so much like
How I feel the lack of you every moment and all the time. I am
incubated within the musing of this chest of mine (thump) the deepest depth.
This isn’t enough, it isn’t you and I and the world meaning joy despite
making absolutely no sense. I am merely sitting, mirrored, and wishing for
the smallest bit of a tangible you to compliment these memories, this
feeling and this need. I will survive but o how I would love those arms
ever if they were tangible and here to console the burning of my lungs--
the beating of my heart, my existence and all it’s worth for it’s worth
exists only within you; my existence only has worth existing within you, after all.
I fill these dreaded moments continually with thoughts of how maybe I shall
soon exist with worth once more with you where the world is beautiful.