romance of growing (shitdontmakesense)

Under this big moon
somewhere there you are
rereading lines
scribbling love letters
wasting numerous trees
because none of it feels right
no nouns can capture
that which is sealed deep within
wadded up useless thoughts
tossed yonder to that steel
waste basket
pause
wait for it
feel it
inhaled Indian tobacco
sinking lower into
that leather cushion
mind drift
search for her
through many miles
find her
see her
watch and wonder
knowing the time is soon
but not quite right to
have & to hold

I sit under the moonlight
patient

Knowing*