But…
What I was trying to whisper
To you that day
Outside
Under the sky
Was just a reflection
Of these emotions
Flowing through me
Simple
Can’t you see that
If you could just not move
Stand here
With me
And feel
Tune out all the voices
And listen for the heartbeats
You can’t literally be inside me
(it’s impossible to be in two places at once)
But you can still tune in
Imagine a brush stroke
You have a blank canvas
And a paint brush
You know you’re supposed to make something
But what
What do you create
Just dip the brush in the ink
And stroke it
It doesn’t matter whether it’s left or right
Up or down
Center or right edge
What matters
Is the stroke now exists
And that stroke adds
To those that come after it
To make a picture
Your picture
Your creation
And you own that
The strokes
The canvas
And the perfect reflection
You never set out to create
A reflection
But now it’s there
And you see it
Clearly
And today
Under this sky
When I see you
And feel this heartbeat
Every touch
Every word
Every shared experience
Makes sense
Makes a new stroke
To our perfection