For once I am at a cross for words
it is a place I am visiting more often
feels like a loss
like a letter I once wrote, regarded
in the midst of rush hour
I can say that I know you and
the beauty is overwhelming
Skip, scratch, repeat
My nerves will be the death of me
these are not my verbs
I could talk about my heart
say something about how it beats for you
I could thank you for dinner
but I must have missed that cue
Somewhere under your bed, I lie in wait
the scent of your shirt, the first smell of my wake
at least I won’t be alone tonight
I cry because such love songs say it all
so why do I still feel so small?
to fit in the palm of your hand
Kiss, Caress, Understand
Still I haven’t noticed
Hidden in plain view
Maybe soon I’ll be under-
standing right in front of you
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