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Feel free
about your feelings
to ramble to your heart's content
if it is even possible
or even seems a cause worthy
who knows if that vessel is still sea worthy
to reach such a destination.
(I should hope not!)
but for me
when it comes to you
maybe!
It's one I have already reached.
My response,
though I may seem unresponsive
and may not do so
very promptly
or with what you perceive
an equal sense of urgency,
rest assured
I'm still listening.
In some ways we're all just too different
an abstraction, a distraction that's merely
a refracted fraction of my romantic interest,
for purely as romantics
we're clearly equivalent.
whereas you're feeling everything
and thinking, thinking,
just substitute foolish daydreaming
and inductive reasoning
again and again
there you have me,
a lifetime member,
of the remembering
if you will,
remember me.
You're just being,
a human being,
and I can be cold and calculating
like a machine,
sometimes I wonder if I even need oxygen to breathe.
Mechanically speaking,
the familiarity of unreliability
is all too familiar for me.
If there's a moment of silence
consider this
an indication of your identity
as someone who's worth
waiting for those
carefully chosen words
the ones I save for
the carelessly woven verse
meant for those who make me think first.
After all this I'm often wrong
sometimes
though my golden arrow aimed
heart and vision same
near perfect
when I don't see you
I just miss.
So we'll see.
Brandon Adamson
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