Miss my Buttons

I miss my Buttons, my soul threaded into the slits of her many loops. She clasps my soul with a touch like velvet, shines my coat like never before. My beautifully adorned boutonniere, how her eyes melt me when endures her stare! And all my cares they slip away, like the softest brown of her luscious hair.

I miss her like seas miss full moons. How the watery coast wades all-quiet like. Without that light that makes shores swoon, how I yearn just for one more sight. My Buttons, she fills a void in me, that before she appeared I did not see! And more her words they fill my ears, I hear spring tides they’re crashing near.

I miss my buttons, have you heard her laugh? A tenor that moves something deep! Already she completes my other half, like all our lives we were but asleep. Woken from the slumbered dark, where she and me where lives apart. My darling Buttons, threads weave my soul! My entire life, you’re in the fold.

I miss her like a dreamer yearns! As the poet that writes of his beloved muse! Like the astronaut that dared a flight to space, or simply a person who makes home a place. Or the Iranian girl who removed her garbs, and the orphaned boy who learned to read the stars. That dreamt a dream, near unreal, but my beloved Buttons, do you know how I feel?

I miss my buttons, I think she knows. These typed words are but the smallest show. My love for her, like the oceans depth, grows and turns, which I accept. Distances long between me and you, but still I know our love is true. With a single flight, or even text, rejoice my soul, my Buttons back.