Yours Truly

I yawn,
stretching my arms to
a star that shines so bright.
The Sun.
The night is done.

With Blue Jays and Robins singing
a beautiful tone as I open the
curtain.
A screaming siren from a fire trunk
brings the fear of an arson.

I sit.
On the chair that lives in the
corner of the bedroom facing
the bed.
I look at these toes moving
under the covers,
as my eyes slowly glances up to
red hair that belongs to a head.
I close the curtain,
so her dreams can move ahead.

A piece of paper and a pen,
I write.
About the dreams I had last
night.
Its like I'm still asleep,
since I'm looking at the girl
who was in my dreams,
I bite.

The pen,
as I close my eyes and daydream
and pretend.
Imagining about how my life would
have been without her in a close enough
distance that my arms can extend.
That’s why I put my hands together and ask
God for this to never end.

I pray.
Everyday,
and I say with all my heart,
"Please don't let this love fade away,
thank you for a love that I can cherish
in every way."

I fold,
the paper and I get up,
silently walking to the side of the bed,
and I get on my knees.
I slip the sheet of paper in her hand,
and I go outside to sit under our
cherry tree.

She's
awoken from the feeling of
something in her hands.
She unfolds it and reads it,
and puts it on the nightstand.
I hear the back door open,
I look and see,
she's blowing a kiss
right at me.

On the paper,
this is what it said,
"Good morning my love,
listen to the birds sing their melody
on key.
I’m outside waiting for you under our
cherry tree.
I placed a kiss on this paper,
I hope you return the kiss to
me.
I hope to see you soon,
and I love you,
from yours truly".