Honorable mention
Doesn’t come to mind
When you seemingly wander in
And get lost in the maze;
In the mess of a tangled center.
Like an inevitable motion,
back & forth
back & forth
Of a pendulum’s swing.
I’m re-engaged and return to you,
Drawn in by your gravitational pull.
Enamored by your honest, listening eyes.
Followed close behind by
The corners of your cheeks -
Mirroring the crescent moon high.
Melting the want to fight this,
Evaporating the urgency to
get up & run
get up & run.