magic trick

candied words

subdue

questions.

iloveyous

wreath the unanswered.

recalling all

the good

the happened

the known

waylaying the unknown for another day…

a magic trick that works only because i stay silent.

earnestness urging patience

to gather its resolve 

once again

the now

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

imperfections

and awkwardness

is what i impatiently

crave.