“Can’t you see that I’m standing
beside you with my heart in my hands?”
Can you see how even the trees lift their branches just a little higher, as if to catch a fallen star at the sound of your voice? Can you see how the wind only intensifies the tingles running up my spine when I see you smile and blush at the same time? How can you not see the adoration of the sun, when it shines across your face and illuminates the depths in your eyes? Or how drops of water from the rain trace the curves of your skin leaving behind trails of hope in their wake? I see it. And I wish you could see me. I wish you could see that I am more than the world around us and I’m holding my heart out for you.
© Sarah Doughty
2018
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