rambled forward,
blind and feeling the path through the weeds.
eyes should be open but that would be too easy.
A room full and I still feel absent.
I see you there, across and leaping further,
I see you squeak out an apology for your clumsy distrust,
that thrust me to indecision.
So I sit and wonder your wait,
I tumble through the bramble,
holding my breath till it bursts.
I stalk to walk away from you again,
my silly game of to and fro...
but you take my hand away,
lead me to quiet and peace and just you and me,
as a loud street passes our passing,
hand on face and thought,
you look with those blues and say
what I've never heard,
not really,
ever before.
aside my stride
and I can't look away.
All I can do is confirm.
But you already knew.
Don't make me say it...