I confess:
I have stress
wondering
if I’ll pass the test.
If her answer is still “yes”.
Amidst this duress
I can just hope for the best.
And wait.
She was once intense/
in chasing me. Should I be/
that way t’wards her now?
I used to be me/
for me. Now I’m me so more/
people can be them.
We waste our efforts
dreaming of creating, when/
we could be doing!
She sits with her cats,
and books she should have read;
Dreams of Wonderland
and stares vacantly ahead.
As the felines stretch and purr,
and the sun brightly shines,
she hears lawnmowers whirr
and the 2-cycles whine.
Yet she, with so much to do,
moves to her chair from her bed,
stores the words she’s thought through,
and turns on Netflix instead.
For $7.99 she vacates her head,
and buries her mind in The Walking Dead.
How do I tell the/
World that I’m sorry for my/
negativity?
It’s strange to think that/
you’re nice, kind and positive,/
but then learn: You’re not.
The reason I still/
have a pull on her is that/
I’m still best for her.
There is no doubt that/
those who loved us, earthly, still/
love us, heavenly.
One day she’ll like more/
than just my travels and pics./
She’ll like me. Maybe.