Better

How can I? How can I love you better?

All of it, it's all so magnificent, so earthly, so all around and encapsulating. So hard to understand.

I want to wrap my arms around your soul, even just a gentle grasp, a garden-gnome sized squeeze, to figure out your smile & the elixir-like wave of your coal-black hair.

Why can't I figure it out? How hard can it be? To woo you and have your eyes bless mine with a glance I cannot pantomime; but that shine no longer warms this way, they don’t warm the cold with heavenly grace.

And I know, it ain’t that hard to understand. You’re somewhere else, beyond that place where dreams meet. You might as well never have been born, just another fantasy, another character, in another of countless stories that have  passed me by.

Another wayward stray. So I let you fly, out of my sight, over the horizon straight into space, far beyond range, until your light fades away.

– A. Garcia