I look at you, feel the blush, dripping blood
from my eyes into my cheeks
you summon a pause, stop the rush
waiting for me to act, often for weeks
Lingering fingers on special textures
truths and trials, tumble onto your layers
the delight of letting go, words form gestures
the summation of years, to contrast and compare
All your moods, your shapes, and colors
entice me as much as the boy with a broken voice
carrying shreds of you, causes my heart to flutter
you peep at me, always with a patient poise
I have witnessed the rising sun, shared my ecstasy with you
I have stared at the setting sky, and let you heal my tears
you make me, break me, feel me in your many hues
you touch my veins and nudge me out of my fears
You have grown as I have aged, yet been my companion most
when in need to sift my thoughts, always when I am blue
a scribble, a list, a doodle, a reminder on colored posts
aging ragged edges you, or neon colored blocks you
all over my existence, a repository of my heartfelt quotes
you have been my constant; my ever beloved collection
of post it notes
Kashiana 