What is your favorite season of year? Why?
Now that it’s summer
I’m looking for you
Thought I found you on social media
Way back when
Thought I found you in church
Singing sweet and low the souls gospel hymn
Thought I found you in hip hop
A dope rhyme, boom bap, Ellington on keys.
Thought I find you in a club, gym or speakeasy
A meet cute so serendipitous it’d hurt your tooth
And now that it’s summer
Hoping you find me.
Excuse me sir
Can I have a room please?
One with enough space
to try all that I’m carrying
And maybe you too, since you know it all
With all this time – just once – wouldn’t spoil it all
Show me what you know, just tell me where
I won’t hesitate when you tell me to put it there
And how about this?
How does it look?
What does it make you feel?
Do I have you shook?
Would you do this?
If I called would you come?
To my fitting room
Let’s see what this becomes.
There you are again
Pulling on my energy
Tugging on me in my sleep
Creeping in my inner thoughts
Too scared to show who you are
Well, I feel you.
And although I can’t see you
I touch you back
Feel the length of you
In my depths
I grasp hold of you
With gasps, plees and ooo’s
Knowing that you must stay there
even though I feel you pulling.
Somehow I’ve told you everything
I never thought I would,
Then have the audacity to say to me
All the things I “should”
I didn’t understand your positivity
Far too afraid to ask
Hoping one day you would give to me
A moment of your past
Is that what they gave to you
Something I couldn’t
When it all started out so terribly
How could you ever really like me?
Life full of drama running from impending trauma
Too foolish to find my way out
I don’t know why I did it
Can’t see you without him
That you are the last piece of who I was before all of this
Before I was sad and hopeful,
I had a plan
Now I’m bent and broken
On healings long worn path.
excellent service mr. unavailable
emotionally, spiritual and intellectual.
-ly lacking and siphoning
my energy,
with drops of love
so i decided to fill my cup.
and although I’m ever so grateful
this is the year of the faithful.
those who recognize and give their due.
treasure a treasure and not play the fool.
consolation lies in reciprocating,
yet a well run dry leaves one only waiting.
for that which will never come.
can’t call myself dumb.
i believed your every word,
and that which was left unspoken.
you healed the places that were broken,
filled the spaces gone unnoticed.
here there is no blame, only acknowledgement
theres no direction so i can’t follow it.
or you – down this path to nowhere.
it was nice while it lasted
so follow your passions
signed -ms. unavailable.
teachquelle 