Most nights

I stare at my ceiling

And the dark blue of my glass paneled windows

Which look like the ocean far away from shore

And I hear the wind blow through the alleyway

Between my apartment and the neighbors next to me

And I think about all the ways

We would never work togwther

All the ways we are so different

But it doesn’t stop me

When morning comes

And the sunlight hits my face

And I wake slowly in a lazy haze

And I know I’ll have a picture of your face to look at

And I replay all the sweet things you’ve ever said to me

All the moments where your vulnerability

Scared me and warmed my heart

And at some point

I stopped being able to think of a future without you in it