by Maria Kintner
I thought perhaps...
that I could fix it.
That I could iron out the wrinkles
and shine the irises. I thought.
And maybe I didn't need to. But you
held your tongue and your smile from me.
And I foolishly thought you were just afraid.
You keep dancing out of reach. I keep closing up shop.
What is going to take for this rocket to launch?
I still pray for the middle ground.
A place of peace in the center; where we can both
connect like we want to. Because it doesn't matter whose
pretty face is in between us; we both want to.
I still see you there, in memories of dreams.
The ivy vines are shady, and the concrete has puddles.
The wind blows and the green grass grows. It is cool and
beautiful and perfect. There, where you are mine.
I'm holding out. Because I was too right about how it would
all go down. I was too right about the timing.
Too right for this to be forgotten.
Hurry up. I need you.
Author's Note: I'm holding my breath.
Posted on 03/19/2011
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