His steps draw near
Questions run rampant in my mind
What could he say to
soothe the anxiety of my heart?
I open my mouth to voice them
-No voice comes out.
I take one step from my hiding place.
Maybe I want to be found?
Faced with hope, with fear whispering in my ear.
My mind says retreat but my heart presses forward.
I enter his view and am rewarded by his smile.

Hope 1 Fear 0

To be continued. Maybe?

I like to talk during movies. Daisies are my favorite flowers. I'll learn how to tie your ties. Any morning with you is what I call a good morning. Sometimes I just want to sit and eat cereal with you at night. I'll probably warm my cold feet on your calves. I'll be your best friend. I love Scooby Doo Band-aids but I hate the show. I still eat Flintstone vitamins. I shouldn't have caffeine after four. I'll let you touch my hair. You'll see love in my eyes. Sometimes I'll take you on dates-cater to a man like he should be. I'll probably steal your favorite t-shirt-But I'll look good in it. I want to watch old Kung Fu movies and laugh at how the voice doesn't match the lip motion. My third favorite color is purple. I'll master your favorite meal. I'll be your favorite dessert. I'll let you have the last piece of bacon. Sometimes. I'll baby you when you're sick. I'll be your companion. I'll leave you funny post-its with laffy taffy jokes. I'll value your opinion. I don't like orange and apple juice separately, but it's heaven mixed together. I'll watch your favorite sport, but you gotta watch mine. I'm scared of feet. I'll rub your back- give you one of my special little hand massages. We gotta watch Spongebob on Saturday mornings. I love to laugh and was born to smile. I sing in the shower, washing dishes, in the car. I love puddles. I'll always try to do something, at least once a day, to put a smile on your face. 


"Just love me, love me like I love you"- Steve Urkel, Family Matter

Stillness.
Thundering heartbeats.
Fear that they will give me away-
hiding for some reason.
But will I be found?
Or is anybody looking?
I hear him nearby,
and will my heart be quiet.
Surely he must hear my anxiety.
but does he want to find me?
His steps draw near
Heartbeats crescendo,
A gasp escapes-
Wanting to be near him, but
keep my space. Oh if he
would just find me, the
risks I wouldn't have to take.
Does he hear my heart beating?
Is he here to save the day?


To be continued.....

_______________
The music ends.
Or cacophany, it is.
I-wants, He-wants-
clash like a misplaced cymbal
in a chorale. The destruction
of something sweet with a sound
of heart breaks, tears and dissent

to come.

The last note.
The only one most remember-
last kiss, last touch,
last- this ain't gon last.
Even the most beautiful of
harmonies must end. Or at
least pause.

To mourn over a broken harmony
would be to hate the beauty of music.


I carry on...looking for the perfect chord...the holder of the perfect note.