Letters Never Sent, Pt. 2

I still miss you despite the distance and decision

Fears of growing old feeling misguided by my own wisdom

I’m corny, you know I’ve always been

As always as the glow on your skin or the flow of the wind as it dances Between every follicle of hair that God put in

What a paint brush He must have

What a masterpiece you are

You constellation formation of past stars I’m appalled

You used to wonder why I stare

I met you too early

I’m good at procrastination

It’s almost 3:30 already

It’s been all this time and I’m still not ready

Meeks