letters from a lover

i

sideofstars@gmail.com>	12:37 AM
to lover@gmail.com

to know you is to know the greatest depths of adoration and devotion. your imprint is within every fragment of the earth. i peel an orange and automatically split it in half to share with you. i sleep on the side of the bed closest to the wall and leave a you-sized space on the other. i think of what i want to eat but not before considering what options you’d favor the most. i buckle on the jeans you tell me are your favorite and pair it with the shirt that was gifted to me by you. yes, you are in the big and the extravagant moments of my life, but you also set ablaze the small. and arguably, all the small are the biggest of all. 

i miss you dearest.

sing me to sleep for the rest of our lives. 

and i’ll write you stories until my hands give out.

-h

ii

sideofstars@gmail.com>	11:23 pM
to lover@gmail.com

i miss you in the most crowded of rooms.

i miss you in the silence.

i miss you so i look down at my shoes,

as a form of defiance.

because who is there to look at if it’s not you?

without you there is so very few.

none even worth an ounce of admiration,

because none can even come close to your radiation.

i love you while you’re away.

later, i’ll meet you halfway.

-h

iii

sideofstars@gmail.com>	12:58 aM
to lover@gmail.com

i am thinking of our space adventure from the other night.

i loved looking through stranger’s telescopes.

i loved seeing mars, even in part, and the bright spots on the moon.

i loved hiking up in my tabis and listening to your tunes.

i loved sitting on a bench and taking turns making up poems.

i loved them all because they were with you.

stars in the sky, stars on the ground.

it’s hard to tell where the sky ends and the earth begins.

i remember trying to come up with something beautiful and grand to say.

but all i could think was that it was lovely.

all i could think was that you were lovely.

you, my love, are lovely.

-h