1)

Love should never be a complacent thing.

I forget this sometimes . . .

We take these moments for granted, you and me.
Like now . . .
There is nothing between us but a small piece of distance.
And so long as we are within reach,
we should always touch.

Agreed?

I have been thinking about what the scenery looks like in
different parts of the world.
I began to think how I have never seen the sunset
reflect across the waters in Aruba.

I have never watched the waterfalls in Hawaii,
and I have never seen the sunrise in Cabo San Lucas.

There are so many things I want to see.
There are so many places I’ve never been to before—
and I dream about them often—
but I dream about them with you.

So,
forgive me if I seem too quick or short tempered. . .
I know days pile between then and now.
I know that we were young once.
We had plans too, but age crept in to pull off its trick.
Inevitably, life changed
and so did we.

I once watched the sunset over the desert
in a town called Paradise, Arizona. You were there.
Remember?
We watched the sky change color as the last moments
of daylight faded into the horizon—
I remember this clearly because the reflection in your eyes
was even more beautiful than the sky which it mirrored.

2)

Perhaps I never told you this,
but the way the wind blows your hair away
and reveals your face
is something that makes me want to become
a better person.

The way you smile or laugh . . .
The sound of your voice . . .

I could be anywhere; I could be anywhere at all—say,
like on an empty beach after it slipped
into the cold months of hibernation.

I could be anywhere—and it wouldn’t matter.

So long as I am with you.

3)

It was a strange morning in this place called Limbo.
Your soft expression
seemed to leave an indentation on the pillow,
which lays next to me on a daily basis.

It was strange to lay there and see what
your half of the bed looks like when it’s empty.

This is why I say love should never be a complacent thing.
And since there is nothing between us but a small piece of distance,
and so long as we are within reach . . .

we should always touch.

Agreed?

And so it begins . . .
In seconds, the world will change
and I alone can rearrange my footsteps
to dictate the direction of my future

In seconds,
Now will have passed and grow further from the moment
In seconds, today will be tomorrow
and if I do nothing then nothing will be different.

If I do nothing,
then I will be nothing more than a man trying to serve his time
while sinking into the quicksand of complacent failures
and wondering,
“Where did I go wrong?”

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