Diaries & You Poem by Kewayne Wadley

I stayed up all night thinking of a way to make you smile. I started to write you a letter but the anticipation would kill me. Although letters are special and unique I wanted to make you smile as soon as I could. Ideally, soon as you opened your eyes. I remember once upon a time you use to keep a diary and if you still do I hope that my name has crossed it's pages at least once since I've known you. If it has not, then I ask that you leave a couple lines open so that my name can take up at least a full page with memories of you. I want to see what you look like when you wake up in the morning. My face buried in your hair with one of your arms and one of your legs draped across me. I want to take a shower with you and kiss you while you're covered in soap and help wash your hair. I want to share a kitchen with you and cook for you and help you chop up veggies or wash the meat. After a long day at work I want to be one of the things you look forward to when you get off, whether it's you venting about your day or indulging in a laugh or a smile shared from you to me. On that same night I want to memorize all of your tattoos & lick you from the curve of your neck down to your thighs and leave nothing in between untouched.
I want to recite your name to you and have you recite mine back to me in a way that I've never heard you say it, in a way that'll drive me insane. I've never seen you cry and would never want to be the main reason or cause to any of the tears you cry but if that's the case and the latter is totally out of the question. I also want to be the solution and kiss them away for as long as it takes, no matter how mad you get. These arms are big for a reason and they would love to hold you and not let go until you understand how glad I am that you are here. After a night out with your girls I want to share your space and hold you throughout the night without once having to look up. I remember at one point in time that you use to keep a diary & if you still do. I want my name to be one of the frequent things you smile and mention.
If you no longer keep a diary, I'd at least like to dedicate a couple chapters to you in the journal I keep in my heart