Truth Of The Matter Poem by Louis Borgo

Reminiscing of the days as i am sitting on a stair case with a fade picture
In frame
with you in mind let me retrack this steps how did I get to this
Place
May be I'm a fool but let me tell you how I feel
Rapid the current flood at the gate you take me past gravity
oh do you know how In feel
Step over Steps were making bridges out of castles is it still time to found out?
If words make suggestions patterns made fabric tell me what is to letter
If words was a fountain and water can preparate your thirsty then
what luv is more then food for thought.
If
I'm babbling for words you can fully understanding
vulnerable or consumption which one can you stand?
am i stress am i claim or to patience what wakes to take of one sweet day
I say bless the heart bless the mind here a man a
Man
I stand or is I'm reach out to a distance past why settle for less.
It like love in motion how thought take channels is I'm deeply diving in
Or
diving in love with you.
Am I stress Am I claim or to patience what wakes to take of one sweet day
I ask what is a open letter better yet what is the
The intent of a letter for lovers of love of a love letter in bracing this patiently.
Do we have to open it to read a letter?
And if all communication is lost how do one get Luv attention
Let me explain how words take flight.
If passion was every foot step and If one was the sprint and one was a clock
tell me how do one pass time and yet if not to get the last word I ask
Why do we write left to right?
As I start to come down from stair case and weather of the rain claims it paste
I unravel my umbrella and a wrapper of a piece of gum
Thinking and reflecting on days on end
Of
If I had a few dollars left after lunch who did i give it to you?
Oh how now words form
Patterns
Emotional confound complex touch looking to sky and as good friend told me it's Always
Tomorrow
Do love grow old?