Don’t worry— we can still share.

You are the first bite of a fresh doughnut- deliciously sweet. buttery soft.

You are the fresh, clean air of the riverbed where we all sat.

You are the ocean's never-ending waves,

caressing the sand as they rise and fall and change and grow.

But you will never be the orange hues of the sunsets I crave.

Someone has already taken that spot.

We can still share, though.

Because you are the fresh ice in my water- a cold break from the heat of my restless mind.

You are the perfect curl that bounces from my scalp.

You are the blue pen that flows from my hand as I strip each page of its emptiness.

And even though you are the sky,

I am all the stars.

We are the rainbow that comes after the storm.

Don’t worry, though –

we can still share the sunset.

Because she will always love us.

Es la verdad, mi amor.