on alive
“no matter the path
i find my way back to where you are
’cause baby you’re my North Star”
it’s happening all at once.
life,
life is happening all at once.
so overwhelming,
overwhelmingly flourishing.
like the sun rises every morning,
like the cherry blossom in the spring;
like the river that never stops flowing,
like the never stop grinding bees.
i am in love,
and i am loved.
loved by my dearest friends,
loved by my family;
loved by my peers,
and everyone i have encountered.
and i am in love with you,
who i never deserve.
you are so close,
yet so far away;
as much as i see you,
but still i cannot recognize your face.
“what color of clothes do you have? black, grey, white, yellow(?)”
“i think it’s more like a brown.”
“are you a size 8?”
“9, but everything in between works.”
that’s how i recognize you:
your backpack, your closet, your shoes;
because i have trouble remembering your face,
though all this time i keep thinking of you.
