When we first spoke,
I felt something click,
As though I had known thee in another time,
Alas, I could not recall it,
For my memory is a maze,
Of which I have no map,
And am lost in myself,
There is far more I wish to say,
Alas, my words are still too little.

How I wish I could explain it all to thee,
But it is all built up to a great complexity,
One I may understand, but not for a time,
‘Tis a thing left for ‘morrow,
Indeed, a thing left for tomorrow.

In the days that come,
It is of my highest hopes that we may become friends,
Although that is not up to just me,
But also to thee,
Of which I have only known for a day,
Later there may be things I should keep at bay,
‘Tis a matter for later,
Not in this time,
Of which is so precious.

In time, would I be a valued friend?
No, I dare not think of the future,
For I wish it to be a mystery still,
Not something I can plan at will,
Within the time I may spare,
I will be left in wonder,
Of what to say to thee,
Oh, what ever to say to you?

- Jay M
September 4th, 2018