He smiled from behind his shades
Raised a brow, cocking his head
Asking if I was coming on;
Alas, he’s not the one I was
Waiting for, so I shook my head and
Waved with a smile bright as day
To which he waved and returned,
A tad wryly, yet a smile nonetheless
Chanced, before we pulled away.
Looking back, on
Words I said, words I didn’t
Bleeding from my pen or fingers;
People I’ve met and lives I’ve led
Where shall my words go from here?
Perhaps, my friends, with you
Still further yet.
How eerily comforting to
Meet the one who shares your
Intensities, peeves and dark sides
A perfect mirror of one self
Familiarly strange, strangely familiar.
Arrest me with your eyes
For I’m guilty as charged
For the love I have raided
From the depths of your heart
Throw me in the prison
Of your tenderly warm arms
For I‘m guilty, yes I’m guilty
From the depths of my heart.
We hold beneath our
Skins, skewed perspectives but
Forget that, sometimes, like
All things in nature, they
For a brief, fragile moment
Before bursting from
Found this little fella on the ground two Sundays ago and spent a glorious week together. Fly strong, and remember my windows are always open.
I’ll remember these
Quiet afternoons, precious
Warm snuggles of ours.