Monday, October 24, 2011

The Stongest Lungs


I say it to the guy who can cover my shift. I say to the girl who surprises me with a venti instead of a grande. I say it when I leave a room. A building. A state. I say it to the tv. My favorite book. My most worn jeans. Even my biker boots.

I whisper it to the countless men in my bed. I gasp it in between kisses with strangers. I murmur it as they walk out the door. Out my room. Out my life. I scream it at guys who speed past on motorcycles. I hint at it to get a cocktail.

I imagine saying it on a beach. I envision telling it to my children. I wait to tell my dog. I hope it to be my last phrase on Earth.

For now, and for ever, I say it to you; but not nearly enough. You my other half, my better part, my soul mate, my most wonderful companion. For you I will always have breath to say these words:

I love you more then all the men, jimmy john sammichs and cigarettes I've ever had, combined and multiplied by infinity. I miss you so much my skin gets rough from not getting your hugs and my eyes get blurry from not seeing your face. I love you.

My lungs are durable from tireless runs, long walks and my endless ramblings; but for you, they will never collapse, for you they remain strong.

I love you.



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This one is not for a man. No man is worthy of this. This is for the greatest, strongest, most beautiful woman I know. Who I call my best friend. And who I miss everyday, all day.

"Did you say it? I love you. I don't ever want to live without you. You changed my life. Did you say it? Make a plan, set a goal, work toward it. But every now and then, look around, drink it in, cause this is it. It might all be gone tomorrow." -M. Grey

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