Little flower,

you need to be watered everyday

to have your roots on the floor

and tons of love.

Others could give you that,

but that's not the point

because when they leave

you have to be capable of surviving.

Regret is eating Chef Boyardee after 9:00pm.

Regret is leaving a "how are you?" text.

Regret is having a cup of coffee at 7:00pm.

Regret is making eye contact walking down the hall.

Regret is never doing.

Regret is never knowing.

Regret is never trying.

Regret is saying "I love you mom".

Regret is not saying "I love you mom".

Regret is saying "I love you" too much.

Regret is saying "I love you" too little.

Regret is not holding on tight enough.

Regret is not letting go.

Regret is giving in.

Regret is giving up.

Regret is leaving the spaces blank.

Regret is pressing "Publish"

Regret is saying "Screw it"

Bravery is knowing that you did anyway.

Wisdom is trying again from a different angle.

Humility is giving thanks that you had the chance to try anyway...

I feel our love.

I see our future. 

One day finally able to laugh

At the journey

And fully appreciate the ride.

For all of the ways 

That it strengthened me.

You.

Us.

I feel love worth fighting for.

I feel real with you.

I feel enriched by you.

Intrigued by and adoring of you.

I feel free with you.

And deeper than I've ever been.

And bigger.

Way bigger.

More connected and grateful.

More fluid and honest.

More me.

Warts and all.

And ok with that.

In fact elated.

Not just that there's someone like you.

That there's you quite specifically.

Maybe there is a possibility that you could virtually disappear from his / her life

Your text messages

Your pictures

Your social media websites and apps

Perhaps even your phone number

All virtually deleted

But, if they care

One place which may be the hardest

Sometimes even impossible to erase you from

Is the heart

He was an artist 

Thrown away after use

Still, the girl who broke his heart

Became his favorite muse. 

She was a poet left at the altar

Her lover didn't give a second look

Still, he was immortalized by words 

In her poetry book. 

Is it necessary that you have to break a heart, 

To be someone's magnificent piece of art? 

I yearn for the intimacy

Of uttermost silence

Heartbeat against mine

Breath against my neck

Wrapped in each other's arms

Enveloped by the dark of night

Lightened by racing hearts

And jagged breaths where

Words do not need to be uttered.

Must you see something

with your eyes to know that it is real, or can you listen to the whispers of your heart, when it tells you to believe?

Have you ever been all alone and felt someone's hand touch yours?

Has the sound of a stranger's voice ever taken your mind back to a memory of a time and place, where you have never been before?

Have you ever held the hand of a friend, in great pain, wished that pain into your own body and felt it come?

Can you see me when I will myself into your dreams?

Is your heart like mine?

When you look up into the night's sky, can you see the wolf in the moon?

The wolf all alone, howling out a cry for his mates return.

Are the lights in the dark sky, just stars, created for our delight?

Can't you see that they are lanterns, of hope, from far off worlds?

When the wind blows in your face, can you feel his fingers, playfully tossing your hair and tugging at your clothes, begging you to join his game?

When that wind has whipped the clouds into rows of tight round balls, can you see the under scales of a dragon?

A dragon lost from her world of magic, flying low over our world, in search of escape.

Can you tell that the trees standing beside your gate are sentinels, dutifully guarding your path, keeping you safe?

When you see two trees growing together in a meadow, do you imagine the dance of two lovers?

Lovers with their bodies intertwining, becoming one.

Can you smell the sunshine?

Is your heart like mine?

Have you ever been so alone that you were sure tomorrow would never come?

Have you ever been so busy that suddenly yesterday is last year?

Does the sound of a baby crying make you pray for peace?

Peace for all the babies, everywhere.

Have you ever loved so deeply you felt as though you could fly?

Have you ever lost so much you were sure that you could not take another breath?

Can you look into your lover's eyes and see her soul, or is her beauty all that you can see?

Have you ever broken someones heart and felt your own heart bleed?

Can you hear my voice in these words?

Is your heart like mine ?