Friday, August 19, 2016

Until One Of Us Sleeps













I love the way you 
Forgive me for asking
When you already told me no
It doesn't hurt 
It is a brushstroke
In the painting of life
As are your stories
That I so love to read
They hold me captive
I hope they never let go
Remember that time
We talked until sunrise
I wondered if I was
Talking too much
Not listening enough
Because I'd really rather
You speak and I listen
I feel you 
In a telepathic sense
Sometimes it feels like
I know you inside and out
Sometimes it feels like
I have to get to know you
Over and over again
I'd love to
Sit with you
And listen as 
The years accumulate
In your face 
And the strength grows
Inside me
Even if your words
Were about other people
I know I'd feel peaceful
My angst is on a world tour
We hardly speak anymore
When we do talk
We talk about audacity 
And impossible dreams
And agree that those are treasures
In their own right
Someday, I hope
A thousand of my words
Strum your pain
Sing your life
Let you know you're felt
I feel the fire inside you
I feel a longing
But I don't want to suffer
In teenage Shakespearean desperation
I want to taste the honey
In as many small moments
As can be squeezed into a lifetime
Even if they are moments 
Where I just listen
Someday will be ours