Out Of Hiding Places Poem by gregory collins

The cracks and lines on my face
make me an easy man to read,
and it is relaxing
that i have never had to think before.
It is actually soothing
that the sun always sets nice and slow;
Like memories tell me what went wrong
without fooling around in an embrace

and i invite you to belong anywhere with me.
But that is not that easy,
so i will settle with knowing what it means
to use the fingertips of a poet
to search for everything but fortune and fame;
Everything the lines and cracks on my face feel,
when they look me straight in the eyes with my soul in my mouth,
and i can't make the pieces fit like the way i love you.