I am staring out my window
into the black dreamlike calm of the ocean
the hush of the whitewater massaging my nerves.
Joy
The presence of someone I have nothing but an impulse about
Sorrow
The reminder that her intentions are on a stranger half a world away
Joy
Eyes that know the simplicity of life’s true joy
Sorrow
That refusal to allow, to accept, to deserve
Joy
The 2am note, one word that reads like cupid’s greatest novel
Sorrow
The endless walls I institute before I even considere myself worthy
I get interrupted by what I have hoped for
always a quick, witty exchange
innuendo I am not clever enough to understand
Joy
The confidence of knowing my plane flies off soon
Sorrow
A persistent ache knowing that a possibility was missed
Joy
The patience of knowing I am strong enough to go forward alone
Sorrow
The patience of seeing the omens which propel me to step back
Joy
Feeling words, ideas, possibilities that allow me to dream, desire, love
Sorrow
Such a delicious morsel of dark chocolate with a finish of cayenne
And as these cello strings incite a yearning pain
there is such human joy in even the most tender sorrow
that of the romantic, alone, and lonely enough to dream
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(written on computer)
Sometimes, what’s right is wrong and what’s wrong is right…right? Well, emotions are complex, and as we get older, our baggage makes relationships that much more complicated…
I’d have to say, this is my favorite by far!