your vision, your voice
Infatuation. Fascination.
Passion. It’s
Obsession.
Any way or form.
For that one person it
Sticks in our minds like
Gum on the bottom of a
Shoe.
However hard you try
They’ll always be
There. Waiting
For attention
Waiting
For you to circle back
Around to dwelling on that
powerful
Infatuation. Fascination.
Passion.
Obsession.
It’s the small Moments
that gradually build up
And when you look back
on them,
you realize
they made you who
you are.
You might not think of
it immediately.
It was that time with
friends at lunch
the bus ride
that test that everyone
talked about after.
It’s like they say
You don’t know
the value of a Moment
until it becomes a
Memory.
So many Moments
wasted, back then
But so many
lived out
to their fullest.
Do I regret it?
Not at all.
Because I know
this is me.
This is what has
Shaped me
Formed me
Taught me
Allowed me
Brought me
to who I am today.
I’d do every second
over again
if I could
not changing anything,
because I wouldn’t need to.
What a time we had
to experience all those
Moments
that became
Memories.
She was gone even
Before you thought
To leave.
Saving you both the
Pain of a
Goodbye.
That way the pain
will be virtually
Painless.
It doesn’t work that way
And you both know it.
A river of tears
Flows under
A layer of ice
Indifference.
We build up a wall
As an antibiotic for
the hurt.
It has to be this way.
It always has to end
At some point.
What other way.
It’s so hard to say
Goodbye.
A brief touch
A brush across the hand.
A pat on the shoulder,
Reassuring.
Both sides are nervous.
How far to go?
Never sure, but they
Know they want it.
Take my hand.
Why are you afraid?
It’s not that hard
It’s not that easy, either.
How far to go?
Never sure. So
Tentative.
You’re not there.
Haven’t got it yet.
What happens?
Disappointment spawns
Frustration which spouts
Envy which spews
Anger and
Yet
That thing you need
So desperately
You
Just haven’t seen it yet.
Not a complete thought
A whisper
An unfinished book
Or a rushed plan
A hurried idea
So far but so
close.
It’s
Untouchable.