Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Poem - Coffee & Butter

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when i sit alone, i imagine you there
with your Otter mustache and your long, willow hair
imagining a vivid, a splendid life with you,
and mornings filled with Coffee and Butter.

when i see trees, i remember those photos of me
you took, in the yard, behind your house
and climbing over the gate with your mother's camera
how you said you thought my smile was pretty

remembering the first time we said "i love you"
and the poem you wrote me only days before
the candy and soda on a Saturday morning
when i was 16, and you still walked to my house

when I'm at home by myself, and i want to cry 
i wish for you, to gaze into your wide, star-burst eyes
imagining a vivid, a splendid life with you,
and mornings filled with Coffee and Butter.

i hope we stay this way; together, for all time
to write each other vows, buy a house, and call you mine
just to sleep next to you, without our parents to object
you and i, we are beyond just "i love you"

ever since those pleasant memories,
so many more pleasant happenings,
just the thought of us "happening"

i pray that you can see it in my face, and feel it too
because there will not one person I'll ever adore as much as you
you may not believe it, but it's true
if only you truly knew

when i daydream, all i see is your face
caressing your chin, in a full-armed embrace
imagining a vivid, a splendid life with you,
and endless mornings filled with Coffee and Butter.