if i dont want it too much
will it become within reach?
if i don’t hope it will come true
does it not have a better chance of becoming real?
if i always look for a way to survive
then cannot i not share it with another?
if i accept that i will never be happy
then surely i can hope that my few moments not to be snatched away?
i know you search me with your eyes
and wonder why my love waxes and wanes
why i accept your love with a haunted wounded wavering
…the past has passed and the scars have all but healed…
…the past has passed and its lessons learned…
…the past has passed and all those who did not stay are not missed…
and yet i and my soul remain in the clutches of its grasp….
looking towards the Future
only takes you so far
when you are waiting
for the Now to appear.
and though all that is optimistic
claims to follow Yet
and all that has gone
has been washed over with
Yesterday’s rosy brush
the Truth is:
Now with its
is what i impatiently
what answer will suffice
when i encounter
will i realize
or will i deny
when awaiting has
only made me
all that will never occur.