You Are ....

You're
the nerves that trip,
the worrying of my lip,
the tension in my wrists.

You're
the bloody knees that I get,
when the wrong track's wet,
and I slide across pavement.

You're
the cold tears that tend to collect,
When I don't know where you went,
hoping for your return, any moment.

You're
the tenuous hope that's sometimes fed,
the hurricane inside this aching head,
the sweetness of what desire's said.

You're
the absence that creates insomniac nights,
poems that illustrate confusion and fright,
pressure in my chest uncomfortably tight.

Yet, when all's said and done,
You're the smile that I smile.
For you, I'd walk endless miles,
For a chance to hold your hand
as we share the warmth of the sun.

It must be...