Could It Be?
A whisper, a page-something I needed to hear?
This is why
memories of you
blend.
You tell me
I hear what I want.
It is, but it isn't.
Somehow, I know.
I. Know.
Could it be you,
turning to see me,
wanting you so,
much closer?
Could it be?
It needs to be said,
not implied, suggested.
No games, no rules,
no ending.
You give me a glimmer.
A string-too weak
to hang from, yet
precious enough to hold.
TJC
08/1999
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