I’m good at writing about the sad things

the bad things

It’s easy to find the words to describe the dark and lonely times and parts of my mind

But why can’t I find words for the light?

Why can’t I find words to describe how much

I long for your touch,

or the feeling when your arms tighten around me while you sleep?

How do I even begin to start

writing the peace I feel listening to your heart?

Or how it feels when you look at me, touch me, or say my name?

How do I describe how grateful I feel

knowing that you, the one I dreamed for, are real?

No matter how many times I begin

the words are never right in the end.

No words can convey how happy I am.

I’ve had a life of writing the dark things, and I never learned the words for the good.

My only option is to continue to try and find

a collection of words worthy of this man of mine.

©C O’Connor, 2018