How to Love Other People
Day 50/365

They say the golden rule
is to treat others how you want to be treated,
So I would wake you up slowly
with a kiss on your forehead
and your favorite cup of coffee,
ready,
beside the bed.
I would tell you that you look beautiful,
hair a mess,
oversized t-shirt on,
and I would smile with you,
undercovers,
stealing away quiet moments,
good mornings on lace pillows,
keeping the world that is waiting at bay.
I would tell you how the copper strands
in your hair
remind me of the last glimpses
of the setting sun,
dark orange streaks clinging to the day
and its vibrancy.
I would tell you how your amber eyes
shine like tiger iron
glinting golden brown, red jasper,
and occasionally black.
I would tell you how I wish I had time
to count all the freckles on your face,
and chart constellations in them
that would tell the stories behind your smile.
I would dance with you,
barefoot in the kitchen,
while we make breakfast,
laughing over burnt toast and spilled orange juice.
I would listen to your every dream
and tell you to chase them.
I would build walls of glow sticks, LED lights,
and candles to keep out every shadow.
I would tell you every morning
and every evening
that you are more than enough,
that you are wonderful, just as you are.
I would love you,
as I want to be loved.
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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Comments (1)
Addressing the reader pulls them in, inviting a first-hand experience of the poem. I'm left with a feeling of warmth and comfort, though a fair amount of wistfulness as well. The subtext seems to say the speaker is not loved in this way, and this indulgence is but a dream. Well done, thank you for sharing.