I used to tell this friend she was either one hundred percent right
Or one hundred percent wrong and so it seemed to be
Certain things never get old given right circumstances
Love blooms its own time frame
There is this third possibility the email still unread
The answer I want
The answer I don't
The answer I can't imagine
In this third is held serenity eternity magically
From one life another to a third all
I can only imagine you have the same feeling in these circumstances
Do they even occur to you I just assumed them
There is nothing else I have loved for
In my case undone forlorn re-imagined
This third possibility is new to me
Life will always bring you novel
I have lost some of my motivation to say something
The universe is more to me
There was an answer but nothing said
Like this heartbleed virus just a sound to know that you are there
Novel is the third possibility and these feelings
Between her lines is something
In her words everything
She is busy, I am patience and in a third something to imagine
Be careful what you manifest is what she said
And so I was and the we grew larger with possibility
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