what if?
I was caught up on the feeling of how much I miss your dogs today.
Last time I left your place I felt a potential. A question. If that was the last time I'd ever stand in your kitchen. But honestly it couldn't be. I felt a prompt but couldn't find the ending, it simply wasn't there. I've always known when to say goodbye.
You still hold my bed together.
I still know the love your sibling has for me. Our friends see me same as I ever was.
I see know that these spaces were always mine. I built them myself. I believe that now.
My place in your life has its bed made. It's porch light gleaming. It's kettle hot. But who knows what shape it is.
There is a light that never goes out.
I got my turn at heartbreaking today. Simply with the confidence I know what I want. It doesn't have a name but certainly still has a face. Could be yours, but regardless I know it'll take shape.
We're linked somewhere... Stuck...
I'd like to fantasize about what shape it'll take, I'm allowed. Something will fit into this socket someday.
No harm no foul. What if it was still you?
I'm not foolish for thinking so... Hearts never been wrong. Who knows where it'll find its beats. Thanks for letting me know what shape it'll take.