You were the voice in my ear that said
I love you.
You make me happy.
I could give up
anything for you.
Just be with me.

It’s not you, it’s me, he said. It’s my depression.

Is it really, she wanted to ask.

Why was it then he was only pushing her away

And holding everyone else close?

I am in love.
I am in love with the sunlight
That dances on your hair and gives you an unlikely halo,
The light that makes me want to paint you, in my mind’s eye.
I am in love with the wind
That dapples your shirt and touches your skin
And caresses your nipples into tiny bumps on chilly…

It’s just not enough that I get to see you

I want to love you, and god, I want to be loved by you

I miss you

And it gets harder every day

Not a requiem, nor an ode
But walking the fine line between
Sorrow and Gaiety, like much of Life herself,
Balanced precariously, and yet safe unto itself,
I write these lines that speak
The truth that sets one free.