Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever experience that familiar forever. Will I ever be a love story?
I have a dangerous urge to be invisible… until love.
Something does something to me that nothing can explain.
And then “happily ever after” never arrives… Or maybe just takes too long on a hard, rough road… and then I burn.
Like the Phoenix in the fire.
Only to resurrect in the abyss of falling… all over again.
Fearless, but broken.
So though I go… fast, vulnerable and innocent, my wings weak,
so even when I’m flying as hard as I can,
the wind defeats me
and I retract.
An impossible high—to ever get over you.
Unless you’re on top of me… I’m flying low.
But then I saw our son… and he has your smile & my eyes,
Our home, unorganized and eccentric, just the way we intended,
And my dad shook your hand, gave you his blessing
—our wedding bands.
The stuffed giraffe in the rear window, that you won for me at the fair
How can I deny that?
No matter how many times you mess up, I love you the same as the first day.
And then there’s nothing bigger than us…
Nothing else exists…
Just your music, playing on my heartstrings
strumming along to the melodic wave of bliss that I feel when we kiss
and I remember I love you more than life itself
and when you leave, I die.
So I give in to the familiar forever, the white picket fence…
and until it exists,
Invisible like the air.
At this very moment, I am everywhere except where I need to be.