Friday, December 18, 2009

Collect Me

As I watch you spill over the room
and flitter between here and there
and everywhere in between,

I realize you have become my light source,
and I feed upon your energy
like a dying plant
awaiting its moment in the sun.

Sometimes I shout from my head
that I ache for you to collect a piece of me
as you breeze through my life.

But then my mouth fills the room
with empty air,
and you disappear
once again - leaving me to wonder:

Do you even exist?


Anonymous said...

Who are you?

Keri said...

I love you. It's what I always say, I know. But I just have to remind you, sometimes, how beautiful and perfect you are - not just in my eyes.