I have a message for you:
A list of all the times I told you, “I love you,”
A thousand times is not enough
All the things I wanted to say, yet thought I could tomorrow
All the times, I should have said, “I’m sorry,”
Or the times I should have let you have the last word
My dreams and all the wishes that will never come true
I will never share your last name
Nor grow old with you by my side
The ache in the pit of my stomach, every time I hear your name
Is more that I can write on this notecard
I close my eyes and kiss the card with fresh lipstick
When I close my eyes, I picture your loving face
Like a snapshot in my mind
I see your bright eyes, and the smile you gave only to me
I know red was your favorite color
I watch it rise on this gray and cloudy day
The red is vibrant, yet it does not hurt my red puffy eyes
There is a gust of wind and I button my coat
It rises higher and higher