one day
i will see you
hands locked in
another’s; and i will
weep.
i will imagine:
your words leaping off
your lips,
to his;
your smiles,
golden and coy,
meant only for him;
your heart,
tremulous and pure,
intertwined with his;
you,
utterly his.
Utterly not.
one day. today.
i will weep.
Love the shape of the poem, the meaning, the flow. Awesome stuff!