How convenient that we made it here. How convenient that the flowers grew this way. Maybe May flowers are on the horizon. Maybe June will bring something new.
I'm trying not to think so quickly, so far along. I couldn't remember your face but now I at least have something to go on. Now at least there's something there. I'm telling people but I don't want to spoil the potential. I don't want to ruin the moment. Let's just take our time; I don't have to worry about how things will go. Let's follow along where the river flows, no need to rush it along.
There is a horizon and we don't need to reach for it. Nor does it make sense to let dread burry our minds. Worry is not becoming for us.
Let's just hold on
to each other for now. I'll see you again soon. My dreams aren't whispers or shadows; perhaps they're glimpses of an upcoming life. Maybe we'll be together, but for now we don't have to rush things.
New feelings. Or new now. Thunderstorms in a state of sunshine. I feel rumbling in the breeze and it's alright right now. I wanted to tell you that I miss you before but the feeling is gone now. I'll see you soon, I said.
It's okay if you see nothing here. Right now just feels like a space filler, but we'll get there. Don't worry. There's no need to romanticize the moment. We'll get there. Everything is in its place. Everything is working out.
We will not worry. After all, it is not becoming for us. See you soon.
