Just have to reach

      Sitting here in a room full of noise, strangers and
dim lights. All I can do to concentrate on person
speaking is eliminate voices. Now only need to place
images of memories behind.

     Enjoying the company I was in but so far off
somewhere else. Dreaming. Hoping. Nevermind the
ideas. Just know thoughts grumble inside me. Words
trickle down to paper soon onto electronics.

     Oh how silly my mind works. A talk with Jehovah
to straighten the importance of choice to me once
more.

      Ah to finally let go and escape the hazy room.
Entering the cold evening air. A breath to stablize
me before chills crawl inside skin. Still a memory
warms me.

     A hug that alarms but comforts. Grand is the
feeling of being loved, being cherished for just being
me. No explainations.

    To fall to your knees begging me to give back
a chance, a choice. Ah such a dreamer who blinks
and finds reality laughing. Holding the treat above
as to torture until satisfied with results.

    Ah how is it you can offer such as this and still be
standing tall? Oh why is it I care so much? How can
I just walk away?

    Do you want change? Do you even feel the need
to change? Oh Jehovah take my concerns of a loved
one. Empty my emotion into the earth. Allow growth
to show the passion released.

   Is it enough? Apparently not. Just wandering
around. A face that ravishes the mind over and over.
Oh just let it fade away long enough for my drive
home to be peaceful.

    Still the want to reach out. Can I? May you allow
such a time or is that just an illusion?

     Please. Please. A silent plea of need to be home.
To cover self in a blanket of hot water. Scorching
soul. Branding mind of the memories made. Ah how
sure I was until yesterday, of the knowledge all is
fine. Such a superficial word. Perhaps a craving
for the choice to be clear. Still I stand hoping.

     Upon entering warm cream lighting I hold tight
to the doorframe. Clearing the mind of that precious
moment. Paleness engulfed in cinnamon strands.
Awaiting a smile. Shyly a smirk wavers and blue
greens melt from a burning.

     Still opened, I close the door. Hoping I was not
wrong for recalling. To be sure that all is back for
some reason or another.

    Standing. Flicking brown clogs to cubbie. Down
fall the cinnamon, copper strands. Exit is scarf and
turquoise jacket. Bright blue eyes emerge laughing.
Comedy in situation of knots.

    Denim replaced by a waterfall upon pale ivory. Onto
a plan of embroidered lace cotton. A sad state of
sleepiness erupts. Still even the eyes drift.

   The images displayed are that of a face. A smile
that crushes. Eh why remember now? Eh why oh why
dear friend of mine?

   The bound circle we are becoming, I hope, doesn't
break nor terrify you. Oh how I hope for one lasting
hug. One thing more to add as my memory of
us. You want this too?

   Probably not. Hence why gone from presence. A
long road ahead. A bit narrow but I am willing to
hold your hand. All you have to do is reach.