You opened the door a crack
I could feel the breeze,
the winds outside had changed
I felt a warmth,
I could see a light
I hadn’t been able to find for years.
My heart began to fill
all the anxiety stepped aside,
and I suddenly knew
what I felt
really had been the truth all along.
I had to be careful though,
if I slipped and bumped the door shut,
I knew it might not ever open again.
I didn’t want that.
I don’t want that at all.
I’ll still write you
I won’t stop
the urgency in my heart
will always be there
weeping for you to walk around that corner,
suddenly standing before me,
your smile and your eyes,
your hair playing mockingly with your shoulders.
I’ll wait for that day my words reach you.
It worries me
I can feel it wanting to explode
relieve itself of its burden,
wrenching my insides
until it reaches my mind,
conveying a bevy of thought
all detached from my heart,
so much confusion,
not sure I can sit here quietly today.
Need to reach out,
not too sure it’s for me
or is it the pit in my stomach,
my constant worry and concern
wondering if I can ever figure it out.
Instead I can sit here
watching my coffee get cold,
then sipping as an afterthhought
having gone on this journey
outside my head
drawn by only the anxiety
that rests menacingly
in the pit of my stomach.
When all I really want
is one thing,
and she stays away
with reasons we both know
but it isn’t any easier,
sometimes music doesn’t sound the same,
just lays in the background
and not feeling like jumping on
I let it slide by.
I read so many clever
little mantras,
should post them on my
refrigerator,
put them in little frames
next to my bed,
instead of the one held a picture of you,
that was the one I always
wanted to remain.
You were my mantra.
This one time
nothing else really mattered.
To hold you in my arms
watch a sunset,
feel the chilly breeze on
our summer bodies,
looking in each others
seems like forever could be
in this moment and nothing more.
I’d like to go back there
even if she only joined me
for a minute,
that would last a lifetime in my mind,.
I would then know
everything I believed
to be true and not a lost fantasy.
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