*exhales*

seasonal love and blurbs about absolutely nothing...

i never wanted to love you,
but God showed me
something in you
that poked at my heart
and tried to determine
whether or not
it really wanted to be tested.
i didn't know the moon
would set off such
a glare in the corner
of those browns, but
i stared, waiting to see
if it would move. you smiled,
and for one moment, we were
connected. i try to forget.
but, something in me cannot
let go. your voice. your smile.
the way you say, "hey you"
got me wishing i could travel
back in time and do
what i wanted to then, now.
but, i'm a coward. and you
never really wanted love,
just my time. my touch. my---
presence.
i run away from the simplest
things, the psychologist
in me struggles to make
them difficult just so
i can analyze the situation
and brag about how i solved
it knowing damn well it
didn't need a resolution in the
first place.

spontaneity is your niche'.
we clash each time i envision
us in my dreams, cuz i wanna
organize and plan, and you
just wanna hop in the car
and go. "women ain't sposed
to feel "that" way about pussy,"
i can hear my father
in his younger days screaming this
to me, but i ignore him.
cuz it's uncontrollable.
with each passing season,
i'll remember you and
how i shoulda/woulda/coulda
did things differently.
where would it have
led us? could we have been
happily ever after?
lovers waiting for the
rite time to love?
or just two people
looking for love on
cloud 9, hoping for
the next round of life
to pass us by?
i should have never
looked into your eyes,
cuz now my mind
cannot erase you
and make room for spring.

©Tremaine L. Loadholt

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