Was grabbing for you
Some kind of words
But just for me
Not those silly rhymes
Wanted the currents
Those harmonies
The in between
Of you and I
Electric flows
Like a volley of triumph
Won’t you give
Gift me a little
“something I don’t already know”

There are times when I read something, and the tears surface to my eyes.

Not because it’s sad.

They rise to meet the emotion that begins brewing.

I see the letters on the page or screen and can feel the person’s emotion.

It sparks my hunger.

The words stir a reaction that has been buried so deeply that I forgot it existed.

It’s shocking to my system.

To my mind and to my soul.

The words I read can be simple or complex.

The phrases that are strung together somehow reached into this blackened abyss in which I had hidden feelings.

It’s overwhelming and frightening.

It squeezes out a bleeding ache.

I’m left with such a yearning.

All from some simple words.

Sad today
For the might have beens
The what ifs
And almosts

I’m blue for you
For the hims and hers
The us and we
And what could be

Melancholy
For me and myself
The darks and lights
And the possible flight

But not depressed
For in all the mess
The hopes are near
And so skies are clear

Chasing games
Caught or Found
if nothing once
try twice again
begging
Whining
Crying or sighing
jumping hoops
another loop
around the block
Wait
hurry up
and Wait
For numbing Crumbs
satiated For seconds
ignoring For days
ticking Clock
time bomb
Worth it
or not
decisions
incisions
Cut losses
and out
assumptions made
have you paid
your lesson learned

I’m super lonely
For you
Why you?
I don’t know
I wish I wasn’t
The sense that it makes
Is none
It’s no sense
Or nonsense
But it’s there
I want some presence
From you
Hear your words
Connect to your mind
I could easily reach out
I do every time
But....
But couldn’t you
Show me
Just once
That you
Sought me out
Because you were lonely
For me

I dreamt of you again
It was an odd dream
You were far off
Yet right there
Waiting in a room
It kept changing locations

I was to paint this room
But since it kept moving
I couldn’t find the room to paint
And I could see you in this room
Waiting for me
Reading, watching, wondering

I tried other routes
To reach you
None worked
Yet you still waited

Maybe it’s time
You come out of the room
And find me
..... waiting