What I felt for you,
It would have left its shores,
And followed me.
everyday, over your morning coffee,
you count the miles in between you and her -
and dream of the day where you can drive the six hour distance
just to see the smile on her face,
you must love her.
you must love her
because everyday over my morning orange juice
I count the number of steps it would take to walk to your front door
and I picture the way your face would contort when I told you how I felt- would it be happiness? confusion? joy? sadness?
you must love her,
because I love you -
and this is how life works
the moment you realize
that your bones are made of the same dust
as the planets,
your lungs are breathing the same air
as the migrating butterflies,
and your blood is pumping because
of the love and care of thousands;
is when you realize
that you are not as broken
as you think you are.
you are full
of the world.