Is it you?
I don’t know…
Not yet…
All I know now:
Is that one part of me wishes maybe it’s you…just maybe…
And another part knows for sure
It has to be someone that is like you…
Is it you?
I don’t know…
Not yet…
All I know now:
Is that one part of me wishes maybe it’s you…just maybe…
And another part knows for sure
It has to be someone that is like you…
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
Prudence:
an ugly word weightily crowned with meaning
i fear to be relieved lest it rears its self-entitled smugly ringed head.
Serendipity stays loved and far from your loftily held place…
“I love you”
you say.
that is what i finally
said to her today.
and in reply
i smile and sigh
and think all the while
why am i for practice?