What happens after you know
everything-
when you know that you’re all I think about
when I’m writing it’s you on the paper
when I’m drawing it’s you in my eyes
it’s further then falling- I’ve crashed and holding onto you for air
(breathe)
what happens when you know
I only want to spend time with you
pick up markers from the store and write it on every surface
and it’s your face I can’t seem to shake
it’s not an illness but a blessing
to be in your presence I know I know
I’ve never taken it for granted
counting the seconds till you return
what happens when you know I check the watch on and off as many times as my eyes blink
what happens when I tell you I just want to come home to you;
something simple- maybe a roast just a few jokes and will fall asleep
isn’t that the dream- have it every night
waking up to some toast and a fresh pot
but you’re all the energy that I need-
I pause, does this make me weak-
or answering the higher calling
that I can be stronger each and every week
as a we.
what happens when you know I want to want to wait for you down the aisle-
watch you worry about every step but never look down,
freezing cold hands but never look down
it’ll be okay because I’m not afraid-
it’ll be okay because you’re still reading and not running for the hills-
it’ll be okay because I’ve never looked down.
