I see her in everything.
every piece of art,
every romantic gesture,
every heartache, every poem,
Beyond reason and a world that always makes sense,
my inner everything yearns to hear her whisper my name,
to sleep with her in my arms,
to see her smile and be everything she is,
and everything she is capable of being.
My heart is locked with one known key,
and it’s been thrown in a drawer,
not thrown away, but kept as a beloved