Maybe, but I always want more

It's always a rare moment
when held speechless.
But that is where I am today
and yesterday, and probably tomorrow.

Electrodes have yet to go off
in this brain of mine.
Doc Brown has yet
to get struck.

But I know it will.
Every inch of work,
every typed letter,
every question asked.

Every tear, every smile,
every stressed moment,
every fight, every embrace.
Does this mean I've finally made it?

Mine

You are my four walls,
my door and my bed.
You are the front steps
I take into comfort.

My dear, you are
my mirror, who I look right into.
You are my faucet when
I wash my hands clean.

Love, you are my backyard,
where I spread my arms wide.
You are my window that
lets in air to cool me.

Doll, you are my blanket
that keeps me warm.
Wherever you are
is where I call home.

V.A.A.

Every day I wait
perfectly impatiently
for the welcoming home
we will build.

I wonder about their faces,
and what will drive them,
while they play peacefully
in the grass.

I will look at you
and say how happy I am
that we accomplished
all we said we would.

I know this because
a smile catches my lips
by merely the thought
of this dream.

Almost

The canvas patiently waits
for us to add the colors
that will define it.

The days slowly align
like planets in the sky
for us to come together.

The Moon shines right
through the sunlight
to serve as a reminder.

We shine bright like
the satellite amid
a world of collapsing walls.

Hostile

Dimmed sheets sprawl
the unlikeliest of after mornings.
Lying stunned,
questions arise.

Proof of immaturity,
proof of a lack of intelligence.
I'm not sure we were
ready for the crash.

Thrown out into traffic,
thrown out into reality.
Hit by the speed
And the subtleties.