there is a place for you here
inside, you’ll find a hook for your coat
a spot for your shoes
and a chair to ease your weary feet.
there is a space for you here
inside of my heart
where the caverns and vessels have been cleared for your presence
to pump in and out of me
becoming a part of me
you are welcome here
you are wanted here
you are already here
will you find your place, your space, your nook in the crannies left waiting for you?
better yet, is there a space inside of you as cozy, as warm, as welcoming for me?
or is your door rusted shut, with the curtains drawn and the lights sitting dormant waiting for the true resident to fill this vacancy of yours?
it comes and goes
in and out
the loud thunder, the sweet thrill of the waves
bashing the shore with its cold and gritty hands
it knows not what it does
but instead keeps to its steady rhythm,
the dance it has done for thousands of years.
leaving and returning
churning the granules of sand, shells, and rock to our feet.
the gifts from a world completely separate from our own
a dark, cold place populated with its own citizens
conversing in the languages originated from the pulls of the moon
a third world
so distant, yet so overreaching
if the waves were able to reach to the sky what new and different things would it say?
would it be easier to understand
or would even more questions flutter to the surface, revealing new mysteries for us to solve?
on and on and on
attacking and retreating
the sands of the world.
i miss you.
it isn’t the physical missing that i feel, but its the constant presence of you.
sure, you’re in my thoughts, my days,
and i hate to admit aloud,
but the nearness of you is what i miss
the way the air changes when you’re in it
how the electric spark is not as strong when you go missing
not for long
only for a day, an hour, a moment
but the longing i feel compounds on top of itself and i wonder
is this what happens when you’re miles below the earth
or in deep, dark, unchartered waters
with no flicker of sunlight or starlight remind you of the sky
to discover or feel the absence of you is unfair
because none of these feelings would exist
if you hadn’t discovered