Sitting scrunched up
Staring at a blinking cursor
And a blank-again computer screen.
All the words that come out
Want to point to you
But I’m writing fiction
Not to be based on truth.
Realizing that I’m writing
With no success
Because I want to be writing
Straight to you.
And just as I go to close this window
That song I called yours and mine
Comes up to play in tune with my heart
All hopeful but sad and blue.
"True Love Will Find You In the End"
I was hoping it had found me
Turns out it’s still searching
For me and for you, too.
No comments:
Post a Comment