Its coming through louder now,
I can hear the words and they whisper a soft inclination
a jumble of a hearts laughing praise,
a request for a heated revelery:
20 and teething on life,
when he would look and really see,
and open the door and say he loved you and he meant it.
When nothing was an obligation but that smile you give.
A strong purity that nestled comfortable and right.
you wonder, on our road, that we drift on and across and over,
can that be real, or a mirage in the desert;
Thirsty for the rhythm of forever that teased and then clocked out.
That crevice that used to give, now dry from the suction,
seems to run clean again, more than before,
though a little less than right afterwards,
until no longer empty to the pull.
Running quicker now, clear and cold,
dancing next to the mirage,
knowing how much one needs the other.