inspiration: love letters

dear you,

nothing compares to the look
on your face when you accidentally
poke yourself in the eye while
trying to get out the sleep.

not even the finest cotton
could compete with the
softness of your hair as i
run my fingers through it.

the laugh that escapes from
your chapped lips is one that
could nurse me back to health.

a birthing mother's yowl isn't
close to the noise you make when
you scream.

the cushions of your bed can
never replace the strands of
your scalp when i thread my
fingers between.

the demeanor on your face
as you first wake up is one
i'll miss forever.

because whenever i face
the day,
you're not there