You wake me in the middle of the night....

    Fall is by far my favorite season of the year. The changes that happen are admired for their beauty but never for their purpose. The trees look beautiful with changing colors as the leaves prepare to depart, but why? The wildlife seem to be constantly scurrying with anxiety and worry, but why? Fall gives me a reason to occupy my mind with questions often ignored. I always appreciate the beauty more when I know why it's beautiful.

    Every time I look at the storm clouds in the distance, I am only reminded of your distance from me. The only connection I have to bridge the space between us is the rising intensity as a storm approaches. I can do nothing but stand in it.

    For a moment in time, I thought I would finally find myself safe//immersed in your embrace with no thought of what surrounded me. I let the simplistic answer convince my heart to smile. I bubbled with joy//with giggles//with love. I became anxious in anticipation.
    This moment, only to be ruined with the reminder that things are never so simple. When tomorrow comes, it will still feel empty.

    See you. Feel your face. Memorize the patterns in your eyes. Never be able to forget how you smell. Breath with you. Feel your fingers as they glide across my skin. Touch your hand with faith that it won't disappear. See you smile. Feel your embrace. Not let go.
    You have me wrapped around your finger, and I almost pulled out the scissors.