2005-10-27 - 3:53 p.m.
i can't wait to see him
for some reason when i met him
i knew i already knew him
never sure where these kinds of meetings
will go
or end
or if they will ever move
at all
i stepped out and reached out to him
i have been on a similar journey before
and i do know what my experience has been with all the him's who said they would, and didn't
but this time feels different
second meeting
i ran to him
like old friend
after a long time
something in me said to run
and hold him
maybe i needed it
or he
we don't touch enough
with love
unless we're thining of sex
nowadays
but he
i needed to embrace
and feel whole
and warm
living
and happy
i might need to remember that feeling one day
third meeting
coming
with more time between than first and second
and i know i'm needing
ready to see him again
hear him again
his words
and smile
like dusty feet dangling off of back porches
of shotgun houses in a small town in louisiana
red dirt falling back to earth
resettling
starting over
ready for the next adventure
he feel like home to me
somewhere i've never been before
but i know when i see it
third time coming
hope he don't think me strange for looking too hard
listening too intensely
feeling too deeply
but i already know what he give
what i need
and
imma get that
while i can
