I'm sorry I made you wait
out there in that rain.
I know we made a date
and I never came,
even though I was there
taken by that stare
in the quiet moments
in the dull light
and a mixtape
for what seems a short forever.
I imagine you out there,
looking like such a woman
in the elements
wind raging your hair,
sun shining in those eyes-
green like the tips of pine trees,
precipitation clinging to your lips
for just a taste:
of what it's like to be a word
on your tongue
or a thought in your head.
You inspire me, even from a distance
and it's your music that makes me fill pages.
When I think of you, I see
bright colors and
hear the words that draw
tears from my eyes
our water-color painting of memories
on my sheets.
I smell the smoke of wood and salt of ocean.
I find you beautiful
in the most sacred of ways
and I'll never forget you
the way I remember you-
True.
Strong.
Alive.
Free.
Open.
Humble.
Smart.
Wild.
Striking.
Soulful.
Graceful.
Lyrical.
Loving.
There aren't a lot of people
whom you meet,
you just know will
do the greatest things;
That is you, for me.
I love you, vitally.
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