the Old Record Player

I have spent hours listening to the Moon shed her tales about her Sun while she lit up your geographical face.

Long nights spent in awe as her light graced your sleeping beauty, watching how your breath moved your body, enhancing more of you than my day to day kept me from seeing.

Yes! My eyes have traced your soft skin that throughout the years your woes have torn at and behind all the scars and the memories, I see your youth and playfulness.

A playfulness that calls upon my inner child. My child that hides behind trees and wonders and wanders; Alone and weary, and yet you!

You my darling extend your hand so that I may touch your fingertips with mine with hope and promises of belonging.

Yes! There are many things we keep sweeping beneath the rug, and while that rug grows with every unresolved issue that taunts and haunts me somehow, I know nothing nestled or hidden has ever gone misplaced because every ounce of you swims in my presence.

It is no secret I long for you, and Yes I truly do! truly in the words that I speak and the unspoken ones and although the distance between us in the literal sense seem minute compared to the silence I endure when you deliberately find the time to not engage with me… I still hear you. I listen.

I listen to the breeze your life blows, and the spinning of your wheel the Fates hold; like an old record player and you, you are the song I dance to.

I have loved beyond my capacity. Beyond and further than anyone’s ability to dream so. Awoken to true love that endures and motions unconditions.

For the first time in my life, I have looked upon love and said yes!

Of which has altered my entire life. In a single moment. I can never turn back because I said Yes to you.

All of you.

the Old Record Player

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