29 October 2010 § 2 Comments
if you could smile all the time i think i could love you.
there are places reserved for me, somewhere,
and i have found one in the
things you say when i’m not supposed to hear.
there’s a notch on your shoulder that i’m sure was made for me, and
there is a mirror for me in your eyes, that
look that i’ve come to read over time.
it’s familiar, yet the same, and darling,
if we could only get the hope in your heart
to match your smile.
it’s a little late,
spontaneous, and beautiful,
and it’s why i haven’t let go
because sometimes i can’t remember
why i’m alone.