Tonight, my dear, we were glowing. Glowing with happiness for the future. For a life together. And somehow, in the midst of it all, we managed to grow closer. Somehow we managed to love each other deeper than the immeasurable amount we already did. Pure joy. At the thought of the future. And the existence of the here and now. I love you. I love you more than a chalkboard loves the thin, white lines traced upon it. Jamie. My own.
June 25th
While the lady bugs
blushed and covered their frames, I
gave up innocence.
June 26th
Praying instead of
worrying — a warm cloak of
comfort covers me.
June 27th
I was a flat sheet.
Your crafty hands folded me
into dimensions.
June 28th
I believe in the
power of prayer. I shun the
illness of quick fear.
June 29th
You answer my prayers,
but I don’t need proof of your
glory. Faithfulness.
June 20th
I’m a stranger in
my own home, an outcast in
a familiar place.
June 21st
Tell me your secrets;
reveal your dirty laundry.
Humanizing you.
June 22nd
Violet feathers
stirring, flinging dew drops on
an abandoned ground.
June 23rd
I hear the water
flying, pelting your body.
Secluded in shame.
June 24th
A blanket cannot
cover your own ugly truths.
Unveil those poor souls.
June 17th
An apple hanging
from a tree, thinking, one day
I shall kiss the ground.
June 18th
Dark grounds rationed out,
brewing two cups. Served with a
spoonful of silence.
June 19th
A little milk, a
bit of cereal, a few
tears to start my day.
