November 9, 2021

K.

Sometimes I have trouble remembering your name. 

Yet you take up so much of my mind. A stocking lifted out from the corner of my eye lingers for hours. I look for quiet places to remember the words and glances. To savor because lovely memories never last long and feelings fade to time. What I know of you is what I've built in my head and it can never match what you contain. And my mistakes, mistakes of false pride and hesitancy, of expectations over invitations. What I want is peace. To share the similarities and to know there's someone out there who has experienced my experience. I know you have because honesty peaks out through our cracks. 

I couldn't ask for more than what I have. You've given me a taught line. Something that reflects every timbered pitch. A line which we hold end to end. How can I be lonely when I know I'm in your thoughts, even if only in passing? Or only in the past?

Why count the hours when patience can build something beautiful instead. Yet your voice calls in my head like a siren song in the quiet of the night.