I live my life through the words I write
Sometimes
I dream in memories
of you, and me,
and the toxicity surrounding us.
I dream
of my naivete,
the youthful, innocent, optimism I held
even for you.
I dream
of what I chose to see
and lived for.
I dream in memories
because sometimes
they hurt less than reality.
I loved you
before I even knew what love was
though I never told you.
I wonder if you got the hint, though,
from the smiles, timed laughter
and how I always seemed to be there
where you were.
Probably not.
I thought I knew what love was then
and even now
I laugh
because half the time
I still don’t know what love is.
People come and they go
at the tables next to us.
Young, old, male, female,
I could offer only simple descriptions
when my focus is you.
A reunion of sorts
with chances for real conversation
months in the making.
The hours pass
and tables turn over
until no one but us is here.
Time is never enough
until it has to be.
Dawning Words 