i wonder
if either of you
think of me.
or anybody for that matter.
am i thought about softly?
am i put way high into the air
and held like
an opera singer
sings her final note.
i hope so
and it would mean
a lot if i was in
your thoughts,
but i'm not a
mind reader
so i guess
i'll just have to hope.

you told me
i didn't have
to apologize
you told me
to breathe.
i'm trying
it's hard
i worry all the time
and you understand.
you told me
i was a great person
and that i don't have to be scared
of you
that you won't
harm me,
and honestly
that made me
melt
and i fell a little bit
i stumbled
for you.

i'm worried
with the speed of which
i write my poems at.
but i need to write,
i might as well use the fire
as it's burning
but my fear is of
eventual smoldering
and then smoke
as i attempt to
string words together
into poems
at a loss
when the smoke is gone
and the fire is dead.
what will i do then?
i'll be at a loss of words
and at a loss of expressing myself
but that doesn't mean i'm stopping out of fear.
no way
it just means
i'll go until it's out
hopefully life keeps
feeding the fire.

the way you
wrapped your arm
around my shoulders
and asked how i was
made me sigh with
contentedness
and i fell just a bit more
for you.
and listening to you sing,
that's a treat
you're blooming
like a flower
in spring,
but you close off,
and wither quickly
dear flower don't do that
or else i wither with you.
but instead how about
us daises,
turn into bleeding hearts.
hanging in green bushes
side by side and sing
we could have a duet of life
stringing together our hardships and stories
into a song.

so now you know
i've written a poem
about you
called
"the grey area"
and you liked it.
so also how you know
maybe
i've written other poems
about you as well
if you ask...
i don't know if i'll
tell you yes.