But We Go on Anyway

The boat is shrinking away
But I still see you.
And there you are, just standing,
Looking taller than everyone
(Even though you’re not)
I see you as a God
And I love it.
I love how you are.
I love what you are
And how you taste when you kiss me.
I miss the smell of you
When you leave the room.
And the way you breathe
When you sleep next to me.
I love the way your skin’s so warm
Against mine.
And the scratches on your finger tips
From all the times that you have
Accidently touched the metal in the oven.
And that scar under your left ear
From the time that you broke your mug
Even though you tell people
That you were mugged
(I still never gonna tell)
And I love the way that your hair
Is all messy when you wake in the morning
And the way the sun creeps in through the window
And lights up your gray-blue eyes.
They get silver flecks around the edges.
I miss the scent of the house
After you lose yourself in the kitchen.
I love the little baby-blue rubber band
That you wear on your right arm.
I don’t think that I have ever seen
What animal it scrunches into
But I adore the way you snap it softly against your wrist
To the beat of the every song we share.
I miss your smile
And the way it spreads up your cheeks
And crumples your nose
I love you.
Madly.
And it’s okay that you’re not here,
That you’re heading off to answer one
Of your great questions
That we so often discussed
At midnight.
(I do forgive you for waking me up those nights, by the way)
Because I can still hear you breathing
In the quiet of my night.
It’s not a problem for me
That you’re not here.
Because I go on anyway.
Because you go on anyway.
(Maybe just a little slower than usual)
And I’m okay with waiting ‘til you get back.
But that doesn’t mean
That I am ever going to let go of your hand
When you return
To tell me what you found.