Untitled, but entitled.....
He loves dark chocolates, old fashion penny candies
And I wish he loved me....
Not the kind of crazy frenzied love, you knew as a schoolgirl,
But the love that comes from knowing your soul is safe,
Your secrets, safe...your sad stories, told
He drifts in and out of his own sentence,
Leaving lines, canyons wide,
to read between.
I do my best to find only the honesty within them...
So that I may savor the sweet slivers
of an evening, spent
suspended from a cobweb thin thread
that connected us...
That I might revisit it on a rainy day...
He loves his dog, his Aunt, his throwback jams,
Led Zeppelin and the Yankees
And I wish he loved me...
For now, as before, I must surfice to be content
And be his winter hideaway
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