Loves Labours Learned

These are "the flat grey years in between". 

Just want you to put your arms around me and say "I know... I know....  I've always known."

God came down.  You're there.  I'm the one who will always care. 

A word: Hug.  You give me that word when I say your chosen political party wants to get rid of  a young woman's right to abortion.  I say: this is why we shouldn't discuss political views.  You watch too much news. You live in fear. Washing the skin of a fruit you will peel.  You say the far right are "good people", shaking hands with misogynists.  Who was it that I identified with? Where is he? I know I am not the one, but I wish that if I got where you were going there would be time for logic.  If I didn't see eye to eye with you, like this boy said, maybe this is Hell. 

A man smiled at me on the bus.  Wide and inviting.  I was consumed with you, I looked away, fumbled with my music, put earphones on.  It hurt me because I saw him turn away.  I saw how in an instant I could be seen as someone, as beautiful.. how this man was so full of happiness, And I killed it.  It's okay.  He wasn't my type.  You are though. I think.  You are napping now. And after a year I have your picture. We say I love you. We have not met. Yet.  Time. I have nothing but endless hours. Lonely hours.  But you gave me a push today. A push to accomplish important things.  So I thank you.  And I wait.