There Comes A Time | a poem

There comes a time when you realize something about yourself.

And the way you feel for another.

It's that longing to always be with them.
Beside them.
Watching them.
Touching them.

The desire to be the cup of tea touching their lips in the morning,
to be the bed they're resting on,
the blanket they're cuddling with,
the sunlight bathing their face with warm caresses.

You want to be the source that brings those lips to curl in that beautiful smile,
the light in their eyes,
the gasp of breath from their lungs.

And with those desires, you pledge to do whatever it takes to win those as your trophies, as the target.
And you will accomplish it by reminding yourself that they are the arrow.

You are merely the wind.


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