Monday, March 11, 2013

63/365


Wandering.

Here you are, there you go.
Do you love me?
Who knows.
Love eludes me, I can't find it
in myself, another, a city, a hobby, nothing.
I stand cold alone.
A stone at the bottom of a swift river
A shiver running down my spine
from the winter chilled water

I want to touch you
and to be touched back.
I see the way you look at me
or am I misreading your kind eyes.
I am searching for some thing
what ever it is,
I want to share it all.

Where did I go?
We go?
No.
It.
The connection, the love
that nothing can fill but a person.
Talk to me.
I want to hear it all.
No.
Now I am tired of listening
let me talk.
I want you to know my thoughts
the entire me.
Inside and out.


-M

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