tripping
third entry of the day. I must feel prolific…or just making up for lost time over a long weekend. Either way…
I keep tripping over my shoelace today
Like stumbling over words that I know
Cant yet be said, despite the fact that weve
Talked about it, dreamed about it
Cried about it, happy tears cascading
Down your cheek like waterfalls
Diving into oceans.
Im a sane mess these days, coming home to
Smiles and laughter,
Finding a whole horde of new tv shows
As you steal the remote, flipping channels
While talking over the volume at high speeds
And careful glances.
What I mean to say is that I cannot clearly express
How much all of this means to me.
And while one tiny percentage of my insides is screaming
In stark terror, wondering when the shoe is going to drop,
When the glass bottom of this boat is going to give way
Beneath my feet and send me
Plunging into the salty water
Most of me is swimming in the afterglow, with not a care in the world
But the gentle lapping pressure of your tide,
Moving me this way and that,
Riding the current, and dreaming of
The future.
What I meant to say is thank you.
What I need to say is I love you.
What I want to say can wait
For a moment, unblemished by the weight of others,
But us alone.