oh what a pang
To see the next mend
oh what a pain
to long for what could be
twist and bend
and have it be
a murmur without company
a tear drop
that evaporates
or pushed away
by your own hand
a momentary understanding
listen to your guide
rose and thorn
rose and thorn
and in between a lovely longing
purely
obscurely
truly yours
get even
give in
do what you need to do
maybe you will do it different
maybe you’ll be so blunt
you do
the same damn thing
another time
red flags
you find
to split the good
a momentary understanding
who will guide your guide?
remember how it feels to want what I have now
can I be happy?
these days I stand so still so I can find the quiet desires.