falling, being, landing.

falling

yearning for proximity

longing for your approval

carving every moment

into my soul

into the margins of my notebook

the forefront of my brain

etched out

in flowery cursive

“today, you smiled at me”

being

syrupy sweet

thick like a fog

breathe it in

sigh it out

a kiss

a hug

a glance

we share a smile

or a short chuckle

and all is right in the world

landing

the lights have dimmed

a smile just isn’t enough anymore

the butterflies settle

the flowers wilt

the hearts sink deep into the earth

the world cools

chills

freezes over

our souls weep