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
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.
intotheindigo 