Slowly, it’s coming to me. A grayish memory, an old fashioned photo in my mind and heart. What once was and what may be again. Rolling like waves around each other, drinking the newness in, we wonder if we can start over.
Will it last? Will you come to me again, old love lost and regained. Hard work never let anyone down, right?
Forever ago we danced in the moonlight, kissed on the curb in the hot summer nights. We moved in and rearranged. I stood on principal, you stood for nothing and everything all at once. Both of us complete in our error, our selfish ways.
So much at stake now, tiny feet and hands. Worried we might let them down, letting each other down one misplaced word at a time.
Here I am, broken and wanting before you. Feeling like a tiny pebble, rolling in your hand. Waiting to be crushed, hoping to be admired. Can you hold me tight again, until I glow with your heat?
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