Waste of Fifteen Minutes

I think of you incessantly.

This love brought out the best of me,

Or maybe what was left of me

You hush the screams that are so deafening

in my head

you tread

my brain

and I

will try to stay put

instead of say my goodbyes.

You're my north star;

My bright beacon; the light of my life.

My snake in the tree in those branches so high.

T'was the sixth day of the new year

two thousand and fifteen.

You're my man

hand in hand,

You're my vision in green.