possibly

sits on the couch with

his good friend –

could be.

together they –

oh so carefully (OCD) –

plan,

nothing…

(if nothings in order, there can be no – something).

and somewhere on the other side

of  what-could-be –

sunrise (you know, getting past the mountain of can’t)…

i understand the feeling

of a rose blooming.

the sheer exuberance of life – unfolding;

exaltation –

joy,

unparalleled –

truly,

living!

(most awesome of all experiences!)

i trusted you with my me,

opened all the doors,

threw away the locks of insecurity –

gazing now –

into the sun –

i find it –

mostly setting –

pulling with it,

down like tattered blinds upon broken windows,

all light,

all hope…

i trusted you with my heart –

gave in to weakness,

bottled up from years of – all alone.

how did i know –

you did not have such gentle hands…

and i would become indisposed –

naked and alone –

a shell –

with wishes never heard,

tossed lonely on an angry sea…