Yours Truly, Until
So I just stood there
Stupid turned and one-half step taken
She sweet gave me her number
But all was already in vain and forsaken:
I had refused to hear—
Her heart busted to smithereens;
A lifelong love basely shattered
By passion thoughtless as it careens
Over such delicate mornings and deep nights
Which live in the gossamer hearts of our dreams;
And her I merely dare to take a turn
In her knight’s livery rent to it’s very seams.
Maybe I might could call?
Or even risk a texted message?
To her so lovely, lonely self
Of the yoga and the massage?
My hand paralyzed, quick stayed;
My breath caught in my chest;
Come we again to a path diverging:
Heed the call? Or, to demur is best?
Festivals beckon in Acadiana,
And I so wish with her to dance,
But I can’t see any clear path
Where I even stand a chance.
So, patiently one ought wait,
And hope quickly for the thaw,
When signals are made clear
That it could be okay to make a call.
So, presently sending fervent wishes
With love in neutral just over the hill,
But whatever future turns may come,
Signed: Yours truly, Until~
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