Seond drawer down

Courage was in a brown paper bag
I left forgotten on a frayed, orange bus seat.

I once wrote you a letter of such length
It drained three of my favorite pens dry.
Dry like my lips when I first saw you
On a frosted autumn morning.

But the words were warm.

And now it sits discarded, second drawer down
Beneath some bad poetry and old midterms.

Frustration led to two broken knuckles and
A brand new mirror. And I still couldn't tell you
Anything of how I felt.

(If I loved the sun more then
It was for the way it kissed your eyes.)

I remember those days and how you smiled
When I called your name; what you didn't know was
How I saw you in everything I wanted to be.