It just is.

The faces of people come and go
Like the moon at the end of night
How you forget that it is there
Until you see it once again

And there is something so
Familiar
As if you were the moon

And I see you and
Suddenly
I Know.

What is this misunderstanding
In such a moment of clarity?

Like an abstract picture
So foreign
Then at once
So moving.

I’m lost at what you
do to me
I’m lost at who you
are.

But I feel your heart
beating.
And I feel the warmth
of your tender stare…

And what I would give
To let you know
The ways in which I love you…

It’s not what you think
There is no understanding

It is not the past
or the present
or the future…

It just is.