I was going to tell you
I discovered a new way to speak.
if I could await a sunrise
the evening before I might not be as blue.
I wanted you to know
how much I would hang on your every word.
Seems that afterglow
can only be imagined now the afterward.
I remember one time I asked you about love.
You said yes
So then now I could imagine a cooing dove,
it’s in your eyes right now I would guess.
I’d love to know just how it is
so possible to turn away from what was …
©️Scott F Savage 7/2021