You.

Someone tell me why you are so wonderful
and why when you speak my name
over the muffled buzzing of the
space between your city and mine
I
just
can’t
exhale
even though I want to.

(I'm holding my breath)

I wonder what your face feels like
underneath my shaking fingertips.

Live, Love, Laugh.

I use to never understand
why people would say
the motto to life is
Live, love and laugh.

Then I met you.

Now, everything I once
couldn't figure out
makes absolute sense.