so I settled on you
And I know I’m scared
I hope you are too
But maybe I’m just desperate
Maybe I didn’t want to search anymore
There’s no denying you’re wonderful
But . . .
Maybe I’m tired
Maybe I’m wrong
I’m afraid to clear my throat and talk about myself
like
“Well, I!”
when you didn’t want to ask or know

I stooped over the flower
twisting  
rending skin on thorns in my attempt to find a good angle from my phone camera
And I thought “How poetic”
Here I am
inconveniencing myself to photograph
something that is put into images constantly
And yet I battle to do it again  
Like hope, this little bud appears
New today, like possibilities for love

And what you’re telling me
would mean so much
if I cared
even a little

I saw you
for the first time today
my heart rejoiced and said
“You are so full of love, please shower some on me.”