To Sit.
To sit with you under the stars,
Gazing into oblivion.
Nothing but you and I to keep the warmth inside this blanket,
The blanket of security, comfort, and liveliness.
You stare over yonder,
And I can’t help but look to my left & feel all of you.
Your presence, your smile, the dimple beneath your chin,
Your freckles, your hair, the scars on the back of your hand,
Everything about you, I have longed for.
To share wine and popcorn, while we converse on the couch,
Baby, this is love’s galore & I want every ounce.
You’re soon to be my one & only,
To one day help me raise our very own Mini Me.
But until then, I hope you sit back and discover who you truly are,
To discover who you truly want, some random guy at the bar,
Or the one who has put up with your shit.
Either way, I will no longer be there.
I’ll be sitting on my own underneath the stars,
Gazing into Oblivion.
