Sitting on the porch with the summer morning sun shining,
Cars passing by like thoughts,
Speeding by without a second hesitation.
One thought stays though,
The thought of you.
Your smile,
Your laugh,
The way you look me in the eyes.
The heat of the day goes on,
Slamming against my skin like the cymbals on a cymbal monkey,
Repetitive,
Melancholy.
Yet above the noise is your voice,
Rising from the depths of my mind.
Everything gives a slight remembrance to you.
To try and not think about you,
Is to try and quit breathing.
It starts off easy,
But as time goes on it becomes harder,
Like an urgent knock at the door.
I can only think of you,
You brighten my day,
And at times darken it by knowing you're not here with me.
I don't Love you,
But I do lowercase love you,
How could I not when I'm constantly thinking of you.
Steven Krauss-Akins ©2015
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