Dear Miracle

Dear Miracle, dear Disaster,

This letter is to you.
In it I intend to list
each amazing thing you do.
I look forward to the days
when I know you will be there,
to see your smile, perfect teeth,
your stoic eyes, your hair.
Do you notice when I look at you
and my heart bounds from my chest?
Do you even know my full name
or that it's I who loves you best?
Can you even have a glimmer
of a fraction of a clue
about the many thousand tears
I have shed for thoughts of you?
Can you know that when I listen
to you speak I am inspired?
A man with such charisma
and such passion is admired
by this lesser, lower being
scratching poems on the wall
and screaming deep within her heart;
who feels so very small.
Pen strokes silent on a page
scented by salt tears,
impatient to finish this letter
so I can bury it for years.
That's right, you'll never read this,
now THAT would be too mean.
But know you are my reason.

Love,
the girl you should have seen.