Honestly, I'm a Liar, & Other Balances & Imbalances

February 8, 2014

MISS

Filed under: Uncategorized — Tags: , , , , , , , , , — namelessneed @ 10:37 am

When I don’t hear from her

When we don’t talk

Instead of what might

just happen in late night

screwball comedies,

A black & white

Cakewalk

Where he keeps

Just  missing her,

& unknown to her,  her one & only is  so near,

& you watch  & wait for them to wise up,

For when their timing improves.

When I don’t hear from her

When we don’t talk

Instead of just sitting tight,

&  trusting the plot twists,

&  trusting our protagonists,

&  holding still for all that insignificant subterfuge

Until it all plays out that

They can finally take cuts in the

Everything’s-Fine   waiting line/

Instead of that

He keeps just missing her.

.

.

.

.

Yesterday at the yoga class

I was asked to  exhale out

All the  inside I saw as unsettled.

And all this matter   turned to air.

Then, to  take in a new air.  A More awake.  A More aware

Just  

Miss

 

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