R. Holmes

Constellations were mapped out by man, 

but there's something with those freckles 

God had to sit and design.

And if there was any way 

these vines in my window box 

could curl like the ones coming from your ponytails, 

I'd sell all I had to have a garden of such 

beautifully complex, 

surprisingly simple plants. 

I can't remake the things you're made of 

but I'll look at the sky each night 

and drink coffee by the blinds each morning 

looking for you anyway.