To be loved is to be seen

The first day we texted a feeling of laughter rose from the depths of loss and sadness, something not heard in quite a while.

Something grew like the moon in the night, yet weeks pass, now in silence, no longer able to express how or what is felt.

Wishing upon a star begging to be able to explain a loneliness that is felt within, the difference in air that lingers between us, wishing for you to see all that is within me.

Questions needing to be answered like a student to its master, feeling so much loss and joy;

Hours spent together, in silence, no longer a roaring sound as before, a yearning for it, longing for the beginning like watching a favorite show all over again.

Wanting to be seen even if they are noticed not like a toy that is used as kid until a shinier object surpasses the old and tattered doll but like the middle of rainbows, even the puddles in the rain that contain the joys of being jumped in as 5 year old.

I love you’s always stay stuck in a cycle until shown, I miss you’s heard but not seen, for walls of fog grow over. She is now something that was won like a prize on shelf collecting dust, although in the beginning she was gold star being pined for like a lil kid wanting his blue bear to show to their mother, saying “mommy mommy look what I gots I dids everything to earn its.”

She wants to grow with you wants to be seen as how it was as he first laid those brown eyes on her and first proclaimed “ye shall be mine till the seas part for us as they once did many moons ago, even if thy shall proclaimith not”