for everything,

this is a monument to everyone
who has fallen from the pain of being strong,
who woke up at 3am with the thoughts of seeing
a face that brought them joy,
who learned to love when they thought they
could only hate,

these calloused hands clutch hope
with fingers slipping
but never letting go,
always grasping to their greatest joy,
like a child holds their mother's hand,
instinctively knowing their love,
before they even know what love is

it's like the first time i saw your face
and knew

when i grabbed your hand without thinking
because i knew

traffic lights are changing colors in the dark of night
but i just hope that we don't change like they do,
that we're glowing red forever
even if forever is just another day...

this face is full of wrinkles
from the smiles it's shared with you,
each one a memory,
each one a glimmer of hope,
but your eyes will always be a beacon
to find my way home
when i've become lost




i'm lost.