For You

These words are for you

When it's raining and I long for your sunlight/

When it's swealtering and I long for your coldness.

This is for us

When we're sitting together in silence/

When you look at me from across the room and our eyes meet.

These words are not for

You, as in one specific person,

They are for anyone who is reading this/

Who will never read this/

Anyone who has ever felt in need of love/

Anyone who has ever felt anything at all.

But, yes, they are also for you.

You. Singular.

The only you.

These words are for me

When my breath forms clouds/

When I can hardly breathe with this pain/

When my hands are cold and I need you to warm them/

When you can't warm them.

These words are for

When I realized that I could never make you love me,

No matter how many poems I wrote/

No matter how 'nice' I was to you/

Or how many times I did little favors for you hoping for something in return.

Maybe my fantasies will only exist as fantasies

And I will never write about you, the real you,

holding the real me, in your real arms,

for real.

These words are for you.

Just for the purpose of writing them

even though you may never read them/

may never know I loved you enough to write them for you.

For you.