I don’t
expect to
be anything
to anyone
having already
been something
I don’t
expect to
be anything
really I
don’t expect
to be
something either
I enjoy
being nothing
Category: Creativity
Quiet
Now in
the quiet
when this
nothing is
my something
when no
one anywhere
is listening
and no
one answers
that I
find myself
I have
frequently found
myself here
on the
edge the
outskirts and
the fringe
swinging like
a spider
on its
web in
the wind
of its
own small
hushed thoughts
Unseen
I’d forgotten
you here
having myself
been taken
by dreams
I turned
to see
a miracle
a face
I’d seen
more than
a thousand
times sleeping
my favorite
are these
tiny graces
for they
often go
by unseen
RightHere
My heart
then belonged
to you
but now
being returned
or maybe
taken back
or maybe
I don’t
know which
has taken
its time
and place
right here
having once
taken its
chance somewhere
out there
AlwaysDo
I used to
always tell you
when I wrote
about you but
now I know
that what I
had thought then
as a gift
became just another
one of those
quickly put away
deep in the
closet and out
of sight forgotten
so now though
I still do
I don’t say
hoping that maybe
you’ll read them
maybe remember them
perhaps like them
never ever knowing
they are you
but I do
I always do
