Trying something new--Tell me what you think

Longing for her



spring;

sun and wind blowing through trees,

equally in union,

outside the dusted city apartment;

He didn't remember why he came

(but he was here!)

and she could ascertain he was lost, again,

and beginning to lose something else

and something else, and something else,

etc.

It was April-Spring with clearly a forcast;

Fragments of light arched

around cotton-white clouds up in the air.

He remembered something as he looked at her

looking out the apartment window:

the jury was not yet out on them.


For six years, they were young friends

aware of each others' strange-ness.


Who thought-up one another

more often than kissed.


She could tell he was lost

and that there was nothing to be done about it.


Although, she conceded,

she was the one looking out the window.

However, "that's neither here nor there," he thought

because, he decided, he loved her more than she loved him.


And he knew he was lost because he knew,

in having that look,

she could not tell what he was thinking:

he loved her.


Rain came down, and with that,

the sound of a million pins dropping silently,

and she continued to look out at the passing cars,

warm in the hope-thought that, at the moment,

he was simply thinking about her-- nothing more.