i closed my eyes and thought of you.
the stars behind my eyes tell a story of yearning,
how the rabbit left its shallow den for a mere carrot,
and returned with a doe instead.
i croon to myself when i lie awake in the night,
my singing is plagued with your dulcet smile.
i cried to the sun about you, my dearest,
and she whispered back about her darling moon.
i tell her about your cunning grin,
how you went and got a jersey,
and i watched the team\'s games for a week.
i sighed about the new haircut you got,
i sketched it in my notebooks for a week.
it never looked right, it never looked like you.
i realized after the twentieth time that you were just too perfect in my eyes,
that a singular stray hair was too rugged for your charm,
yet a slick look was too much for your loving ways.
i open my eyes and still think of you.
every day, constantly, and unwaveringly,
through the state of phosphenes and forevermore.
- R.K.