I wish I could dance.

I know,

it sounds

like such a stupid wish and desire.

But I see so many people

comfortable in their own skin

they can move their body freely

with such grace and delicacy.

I see people move

without a care in the world

not worrying about what others think.

I want that.

I want to move my limbs fluidly

without feeling stiff and foreign

in my own vessel.

The ones who couldn’t see before

Through the smoke and mirrors

The gem, the magic,

the sheer brilliance of you

The ones who never knew

what was underneath

Begging to be seen

Standing tall and in the open

Filling up the spaces in every room

Absurdly beautiful and special and rare

Volume up and amplified

Living right there under their noses

Hungry for one drop of notice

Hidden in plain sight

The marvel of you, the treasure of you

The unexplainable perfection

of your presence

The ones who couldn’t see

That you are everything

The answer, the hope, the magic

That without even trying you just knew how to love unconditionally

Like some cosmic mystery

An unopened gift

The ones who never knew

all that you are

Were never meant to

Your light was not for them

Your beauty was not theirs to view

They crossed your path to share with you the ache of not being seen

So that you might learn to see yourself not through their eyes but through your own

In a small town, neon lights flickered, casting colorful reflections on the asphalt. A cassette player blasted pop hits as kids roller-skated down the block, their laughter mixing with music. Jane, clad in leg warmers and oversized scrunchies, rushed to meet her friends at the mall. They passed the arcade, where pixelated heroes battled on screens. They munched on greasy fries, sipping neon-colored soda, and plotted their weekend adventures. As the sun dipped below the horizon, the smell of fresh popcorn wafted from the theater, promising movie magic. It was just another day, but the eighties felt electric and alive.

Remember me when it’s dark out, when the fog rolls up onto your clear window and laces it with it’s cold breath.

Remember me when you’re rolling around in your bed and you just can’t seem to find comfort in the warm sheets.

When you find the strength to lift your heavy anchor of a body out of your resting place, I hope you’ll remember the way we used to play.

And when you’re blindly leading yourself to the kitchen, to make some strong, milky coffee,think about how I filled your life with more energy that any cup of coffee ever could.

But just as I plead for you to remember our early mornings,

our body heat and how our cups were filled with more than just coffee,

I plead myself not to forget.

But how could I ever forget you ?

Or how I found complete comfort inside your arms, it felt as if I could escape everything when you held me .

How could I ever forget how you’d roll over, eyes still shut, with this big smile on your face and pull me closer.

It would be a shame if I forgot how we tugged at the warm blankets or how you allowed me to cover your body with mine.

It would be a shame.

Remember me in your darkest times, when the tunnel is so draped with shadows that you can not even imagine a form of light.

Remember me in your happiest hours, the hours where you can’t imagine life without laughter and music.

But most of all, please remember me in the moments when you’re just passing through life.

When you’re grabbing a cold glass of water or when you find yourself complaining  about a movie you don’t like .

Please remember me when you’re driving in the dark and catch yourself staring at the moon..

I cannot ask you to love me for forever,

I cannot ask you to wait for me,

I know it’s not easy,

But all I ask of you , is please

Remember me .