the things that cling

the morning clung to my fingers coldly
i thought about you and me.

us.

them.

i thought about the way his face would light up,
and he'd scrunch up his nose at us.
because what a crazy idea.

i thought about the way she'd stare at the fire,
and i could tell what she was thinking about.
and i'd lay my head against her shoulder.

i thought about the boy who would grin mischievously
because he just thought up a new joke.
we just laughed.

i thought about the girl who was the one to walk quietly beside me,
knowing when silence was best, but just barely.
i loved her for it.

the weariness of life clung to my fingers gently
i watched You weave it into the story of grace.

and i thought about the girl who was slowly growing older
and i started to miss her.

then i started to miss them all.

especially you. 

♥♥