I was spoiled by lavish thoughts.
They don\'t compare, no not at all.
And had this been the best I might not know
What to do with us.
Thoughts of a happy ending.
Don’t compare to the moment we lived in.
So focused on a perfect future.
I didn’t focus enough on a perfect present.
The air is still hot from our trip to Miami.
Salty from San Diego.
Cold like DC.
Warm like home.
I reminisce on us.
I don’t know if you do too.
The good. The bad.
The beautiful. The ugly.
I miss you.
Everyday.
Feelings draw me to talk to you again.
But feelings stop me as well.
So all I have are the memories.
Some of which you made me get rid of.
How could you take the pictures
When you knew they were all that I would have left.
Since you been gone I’ve been having withdrawals.
You were my favorite color.
You are my favorite hue.
Beautiful.
A work of art.
A template that cannot be created.
Unique.
A gift from God.
But God said I was not worthy of His gift as yet.
He took you
Until I can be deserving of that grace.
You.
The moon and stars could be in my face
But my eyes are meant only for you.
You were a book not meant to be read
But still studied and understood.
Like a precious artifact.
To be handled with care.
To be observed with admiration.
But unlike others not to be displayed.
Because you are more than just an attraction.
You are a work of art
More deserving than the Sistine Chapel ceiling.
But art work can’t see itself. It can feel itself.
I pray you see yourself the way the world sees you.
Precious. Beautiful.
Like a sun rise and sunset.
Like the glimmers of diamonds.
A ruby among cubic zirconia.
A diamond among coal.
A rose among dandelions.
Beautiful beyond comparison.
You say it’s my bias.
You say “yea. To you.”
But what you don’t know is...
It’s to everyone.
So I hold on to the time I had with you.
I’m gracious that I got to hold a diamond.
A ruby.
You.