I sit
and 'time' waits with me

   It's always by my side
     it's not a comfort however

       together we stare
         at each other
      'Time' waiting for me
      and I .......

I'm just waiting for the right 'time'

maybe it's because we get along so well.
or maybe it's because we know each other like the back of our hands.
maybe it's because we've held on through everything and remained.
i'm not exactly sure what the reason is, but does there really need to be one?
my love for you is enough, i hope.
I dream of coming home for the holidays and bumping into you.
we catch up & in a few days, it's exactly as it was.
we end up together because there's no one that gets me like my best friend from 8th grade.
yours truly giving you endless love,
v.b
v.e.g

I can not look into his deep eyes
and not melt away
every inch of my being
wanting to be closer to his identity;
the birth place of his emotions,
close to mine.

Instead of letting him go
I think I'll let myself go

Then we met more often.
I stood at one side of the hour,
you at the other,
like two handles of an amphora.
Only the words flew between us,
back and forth.
You could almost see their swirling,
and suddenly,
I would lower a knee,
and touch my elbow to the ground
to look at the grass, bent
by the falling of some word,
as though by the paw of a lion in flight.
The words spun between us,
back and forth,
and the more I loved you, the more
they continued, this whirl almost seen,
the structure of matter, the beginnings of things.

Nichita Stanescu