There was never enough time inside
for my fractured side to properly heal.
Forever left aching for the closeout girl,
a consistent type that just wants
without ever giving away her position.
From the top or bottom
there are handsome treasures
that are exclusively hers.
She’s the one who can privately navigate
the lukewarm waters
that line both sides of her wrists.
Temporarily pushed aside
inside, I try not to let it bother me.
Tonight, I want to see those lights glowing
highlighting the brilliant silhouette
of my one and only.
This girl has never been afforded
an easy pathway to be at my side,
she’s always working at it
and now that both of us are listening
she can fix my fractured side.
On the edge of quietly wanting,
all it ever takes
is the undivided attention
placed squarely on her want.
Folded hands have prayed for her,
and right on cue
she calls this morning.
I don’t know why
but I just let the phone ring 4 times.
There on the table next to me
sits her missed call.
I let the phone ring on purpose because
I might still be in love.
As I stared at her profile
my attention exclusively hers
she knows how to close my quiet
capture my broken side,
come tomorrow I’ll stop
and not pray on words
that might call on her to reply.