Memories.

Although I do
Hope
You think
Fondly of
Me
And maybe
Longingly
About me,
I want you
To be true
To you
And to me
In the best way
You know how.
Things that
Aren’t ready
Yet
Sour easily
Or aren’t quite
Done in the
Center.
Although I still
Cry into the
Darkness
Knowing
You’ve come and gone
Differently than
I had hoped,
There is
Hope
Still
That one day
My back courtyard
Your black
Form
Sunlight off
Your face and
Forehead
Just like that day
I showed you
A story
In the stars
Between my
Outstretched arms.
But I get it.
Time
Is rarely
On time
And one who’s
Not ready
Will never
Be mine.

speak.

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