Through My Lens

God, I miss your hugs,

I still think of our last night, how we spent it,

Your arms carried me like a carousel,

guiding me with intention,

There was so much about us that didn't make sense,

You wanted a small-town life,

I wanted to see the world and feel alive,

You saw that there was only one way to live,

I want to explore everything life has to give,

Part of me thinks maybe you were the right person, the wrong time,

But we had more congruent than parallel lines,

Except,

How God, I miss your hugs,

and the way you would kiss my lips,

The way you knew how to hold me,

While your hands canvassed around my hips,

The way you inspired me to write,

and listened to every piece in awe,

The way you would look at me,

And the person you saw,

There was so much about us that didn't make sense,

But most of the time,

I choose to remember it through my lens,

Because there we stood,

In my grandma's living room,

A connection so sweet, yet ending soon,

Others were present,

But everything faded away,

My eyes locked in your intent,

A moment I too often replay,

Because, God I miss your hugs,

And the way you made me feel safe,

How you communicated your love,

How I still feel it today,

But a lot about us didn't make sense,

Which is why we decided to end,

I no longer like or know who you've become,

But I still remember you through my lens.