Maybe I should not have
Lent her the book
On how to be a
Weekly reporter.
It drew her attention to me,
When all I want most
Of the time
Is to stay invisible,
Observing life from
The wings,
Unaffected,
Remote,
Never too deeply
Involved
You never know
What could happen
When you unlock
The door
Or who might
Walk into your life,
Or what could happen
Once that happens,
How it changes yu,
How lost in your own
Thoughts you get,
What you want,
How possible is it
To get it,
How terrible a price
You pay when
You can lay hands
On a fantasy,
She, so often on
The other side
Of text messages,
Later,
But there live
On Tuesdays
Sweet Tuesday mornings,
You regret when
They come to an end,
Why did I do what I did
And it is possible to
Undo it,
Knowing despite the ride
This all eventually ends
Up in a train wreck,
Of my own doing.
Maybe God can open
A window when
Life closes a door,
But it is beyond me
To close a door
I’ve already opened,
Because down deep
I wanted it from the start
For her to step through it
And into my life.
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