your morning my night.

it’s not the sound of
heavy rain falling
on my window pane
or birds
singing in the sunlight
that exudes beauty.
the most beautiful sound
to ever fall
on my ears is you
whispering
“i miss you”
over and over
and over
again
through the telephone.

speak only
with words
that are dipped in
honey.
act only
with intentions that
are steeped in
earl grey
tea.
infused with bergamot.
warm and comforting.
think only
with a conscious mind
not grey clouds
filled with rain.
because someone needs
you.