spinning, circles, back and forth
you're other parts, but you act the one. the patience, is a
higher virtue in something worth so simple. the house
that you loved, was my house, too. assuming my red heals
will have to wait, this change is all my space.
the bottles on the floor, the smokes in the air, I'm still
listening. Yet, spinning, circles, back and forth.

waiting on the shore that you said you would meet

me at. and as each new sunrise and sunset the beauty

holds me waiting still. the knowing is the easy part,

the steps in-between are loopy and jagged

as fear sets in and another day passes.

my faith doesnt fade, even when the day comes

and serendipity isnt on my side, I will

still HOPE.