Hello my labeled love.
Things seem to be different for us right now.
I forget what the sound of your voice is.
I forget what rain feels like on my bare skin.
Forgetting is only remembering at a later point,
But I'd rather remember now.
Love,
You're not something of a poetic dream.
More like a little beam of hope
Dangling above my head,
Too high for me to reach.
But maybe one day,
My arms will be just long enough
To capture you within my fingers.
I'd never let go.
Rain,
It's not something I would normally compare someone too
But it's so elegant and peaceful...
In my head, so are you.
Now that I can vision it in my head
I see your face.
There's a good start,
One would assume.
One day,
I'll speak to you in a tone not quite like what I've used before.
A tone slightly more serious but child-like in it's own way.
When you hear this voice,
You'll know.
You'll know exactly what I've been thinking all along.
Sadly enough,
The beam of hope is still dangling above my head,
I still can't feel the rain,
And the sound of your voice still escapes me.
At this moment in time,
If only, if only,
I could be held tightly by your side.