By d
Date: 4 February 2000

unfinished symphony

i had a conversation with myself,

about love and perfection
and searching through desperation.

it only made my feet hurt.

and then it began - -

the thought in my head,
the exception to the rules i had
always followed without question.

maybe i didn't need anyone.
(and it wasn't just me trying to convince myself)

maybe i was okay on my own.

and my world softly settled at my feet
like a feather, not a storm,
and i picked it up,
brushed it off,
closed my eyes

- - and then i saw you.

just when i'd honestly found
the perfection within myself,
when i'd truely laid my desperation
to rest.

when i cleared off the surface
of my cluttered little heart

i guess i made
a place for you
without knowing it.

01/26/2000