everything about you is carved into my brain
a burning memory unlikely to ever be extinguished.
from the hair on your head
to the shoes on your feet
i close my eyes
and you’re there
right there.
the way you stand when you are angry is different to when you’re sad
and when you’re happy it is more of a beam.
you always know what’s about to happen
always watching to make sure i am safe.
even when i never asked
i wouldn’t ask
but i’m glad.
because safe is how you make me feel
and it’s something that i’ve never truly understood until now.
it’s hard to know safe in such an unsafe world
filled with hate and war and pain and panic.
but with you
there’s peace
and quiet.
who knew it would become so easy to memorize your face
like a beautiful statue in a museum or park
that we stare at for so long that we know exactly where every groove is
and can always tell when the slightest thing changes
statues never lie
whatever changes will
always be noticed.
there are wrinkles at the corners of your eyes when you smile
evidence of laughter and memories over the years
and whether they fade or not does not matter
when your face bares the marks of a life well lived.
a life
that isn’t over
just yet.
and that’s the beauty of life, isn’t it?
that until we’re dead, we’re alive.
and you can’t argue with something that has no evidence to the contrary
as much as the logic is flawed.
but flawed or not
it’s true
we’re alive.
the moments we live are so precious
even though we take them for granted until the very end.
nothing comes cheap in this world
and that includes our lives that we must live out.
in happiness.
in pain.
in love.
