Only You

Snow covered branches,
glistening sidewalks,
squeaky sound of footsteps in the snow...
I miss you.
I think of you near me, 
joyful together in this majestic whiteness.
 
I know I roam through your headspace, too.
Maybe it’s the contours of my body
that you see as I glide towards you 
as if I had no control 
over where I’m headed.
Maybe I don’t.
It could have started as a pull 
of curiosity; 
then it was the pull of the heart;
and now it’s second nature, 
an effortless,
all-consuming,
inescapable draw.
 
You are the sea that I miss 
with the whole of my being,
and the hills I climbed,
only to roll right back down, 
then up again,
over and over.
Maybe that’s what our story will always be -
like a tide rolling in, then ebbing again.
 
And it’s in that space, 
when I’m alone,
that I can feel you as close as ever.
Time, 
space, 
distance,
it all becomes irrelevant;
concepts of no meaning to this kind of love.
You exist within me;
I know you as I know myself.
And when I close my eyes,
I see your face and the smile 
that never fades from memory.
Our bodies merge with the deep of the night,
together or apart,
and we slip off into some other dimension,
eternally intertwined.
 
There is nowhere I would rather be
but in all those moments with you,
touching you, breathing you in,
holding you deep in my heart as my soul 
reaches for yours.
Can you feel me?
When you are alone,
can you feel the magnitude of this love,
wrapping itself gently around your fears
and lifting you above failures, 
above regrets,
above unkept promises?
Can you feel the freedom
to be
fully yourself?

There is no one else I would rather shelter,
no one else I would rather need,
no one else I want to love like this...
Today,
tomorrow,
and for the rest of the days
until another wave comes in
to take you away,
and you wave your last goodbye
unperturbed by the finality of it all .

My love for you is boundless.

May we meet again 
in another hauntingly beautiful story; 
may you twirl with the wind,
may your gazes land softly,
may this memory be a healing balm
to all future wounds.

May all who love be loved
like this.