Everytime

Whenever I drive and I see a mountain I always think of you. Knowing you are just one obstacle away from the grass that's greener on the other side. Thankful that I'm alive to feel something meaningful like a good dream. Sometimes I go on top of this mountain to see the city more vibrant than the sky where I live, missing the way you make me think, missing the way you make me feel. Everytime now, I can honestly see how far I went without even noticing the stars. Another day when I can't chase the moon, I run for the hills. Patiently pacing through life I stare up as the days set, a purple hue and orange depth casts the horizon. Everytime I think of you I believe I am with you. And I write this because I believe in my faith that one day you will come back. Like a morning kiss, in the nights I sleep alone or when I come home my feelings are left in my room, dangling wrinkly, unironed. They are left there so I won't worry. Everything is fine, because the things you want and the idea of waiting makes it more exciting.