Almost Poignant

A Feel of almost wanted, wanton Friendship
lost to the seas of ancient past histories,
Hers and mine colliding like driftwood in a
rapid vapid stream of peril and certain
Uncertainties.


Coming together for a brief exchange of
permissive permissions, the terse words
drooled off my heart and rather than drop
to the screen my sleeve got caught in the
fray of parched tears.

Damnit, it Felt, NO, I Felt almost poignant;
O, how I wanted to spill not the  red or blue
but all the light -  so translucent but also
so incandescent and never ending!
Wanted to share what I found when I woke
Up.

Never ever stopped, for just as the light
continues on past the tunnel, so does my
Unconditional love.  Although our threads
now held hostage by the winds of time,
we still managed to remember how to tune
a mutual desired frequency.

Civil, almost poignant, I wanted so many
things to say and love her with my words
and tell her – all past is just that:  in the past.  
This is a new year  & I am new.  I Feel it too.
Could be a different kind of Friendship
or definitely through.

Still,
an almost poignant
is still only a maybe. . .

And that still inks Hope.