Tuesday, March 24, 2009

powderhorn terrace windows...

I am standing with you now
In your atmosphere
Watching
Feeling
Weeping
Because though I am there
I cannot reach out to you nor tell you that I’m there
You pace furiously as you feel the presence of something
Somewhere inside you-
You feel me
I know this
I don’t know how to convey my companionship with true lines
Of myself
You don’t want to see my face
You don’t want this invasiveness to prove real
I am on your mind
And that is where I want to be
You are on mine
And that is where you will live
From across the park
I see the lights of your apartment
I want to crawl in the window
And sit on the ledge of your consciousness
And repeat a million times
How sorry I am
And how I’m figuring things out on my own
The way I must have needed to
But that in all of it I’m loving you
And that love is growing stronger
More solidified each day-
I don’t expect that you’re happy or particularly eager for my return
But in the face of my mistakes I am waiting to come back
And make things right
Because yours dear is a kiss to build a dream on…..