Things that Fly!

Pictures of where you Are

You take a deep breath and tell me to relax. You tell me everything's going to be all right. And I don't know who you are, and I don't think you know who I am, but I think you're right. You ask me if I'm in love-- you say it's in my smile. And so I smile at you. And though our friendship occurs on such a casual level, I am infatuated with you. I study the profile of your face against the sun, the stride of your step , the shape of your shoulders, and the color of your hair. I measure you against my expectations only to find no template exists and you are a beautiful mystery to me.

I remember a younger, more hopeful, version of myself that would hold dark secrets like these with a certain sweet pride. Imagining the possibility of a day where secrets are revealed and my feelings we're not so unrequited. I am that young person no more. All that is left are these burning secrets, and idle fantasies.

posted by Rob and Lauren @ 12:52 AM