If only you knew that I was here, and what I could do
for you—I exist—of the moments we could share,
the could-bes of our treasured memories. I could be your sinew,
but to you, I’m just a nameless face in a sea, and I have this single prayer.
Take my hand and step away from those blinding lights,
please let me call you: ‘my dear’.
Hordes of voices, countries, and flights
become blurs for you, but my vision remains clear.
It hurts when your smiles are fake,
but I know how to make them real.
You can ditch it all, you can take a break,
you can be you, and you can be allowed to feel.
We’d have the breeze card its fingers through our hair
while we lie on a blanket among the rolling green hills, with the sun
kissing our faces and watching the clouds without your usual fanfare
following you about. No more worries of what to say or having to run.