packets of hope.

Bewitching, I’ll call it.
The way you look at me.
It makes me feel everything is in its place.
Everything is ok.
And that you are happy.

That makes me happy.
The nexus between us leaves me content
Content that there is always someone,
Thinking about me, making sure I am all right

You are my true knight.
Forget dreary knight riders.
A pack of twelve of them won’t come near your worth.

Packets of rain hit my umbrella
As I stand here
Waiting for you to arrive
To say something
Anything.

You come and hug me
And say things that only you can say
It lifts up my spirits
Im not flying in the air
But I know bright colors now.

For the greater good, I pray for the day to come
That day when you are for real
To arrive
Into my life.