love is when we don't have to say

"i love you"

because we already know.

the horizon spoke in colors

as the sun laid down to rest.

and the moon came out to guide us

with all her splendid guests.

the wind was whispers, cool and calm,

its stories, ours to keep.

the sea, a perfect cradle

for you and i to sleep.

remember that last goodbye

all those years ago?

when you left a scar

that people still ask me about?

you missed.

he calculated

how high he needed to put it

so she couldn't reach.

how much time he had

so she wouldn't suspect

the way he should phrase things

to convince her otherwise

but she knew about it

all along.

love is a lens

that sees it all.

when the doctor gave me two years to live,

i smiled.

puzzled, he asked,

"you aren't afraid of death?"

i told him,

"are you kidding me?

now i get to live!"

and as i held you,

waiting for the sound

of your goodbye,

you undid

my whole life plan

with a simple question:

"if this is life,

and life is short,

then what are we waiting for?"

and then you told me how you felt,

and it wasn't a dream anymore.

if you're trying,

you're trying too hard

and as the planes draw lines across the sky

and the dust particles dance across the room,

i'll lie here and think of you

til i can't think no more.

so the question is

if you fell
and there was no one to catch you.

would you still land?

i think of you

much more than you imagine.

if you've seen it all before

you're doing it wrong.