untitled

I found this in my purse. Not sure when I wrote it - but I thought it was lost.

i've been afraid to believe
that it could be possible
afraid to look into your eyes

i worry if i believe
what i think i see
you will go away

i treasure every moment
but don't tell you
how i feel

i worry if i let you know
if i open up to you
you will disappear

i've been running so long
it's hard to stop
i feel so lost

sometimes just sometimes
i want to let it all go
and find myself in your arms

i know it's mostly a dream
but when you're with me
i'm home

birthday

Time to write the birthday poem.

this tenuous connection stretches thinner each day
I wait on my side of the line and wonder
will we ever cross it?

Each day goes by without a word
and i wonder how you are
do you think of me

without a spot of quiet
without a time alone
how will we continue

looking forward to a visit
Can one hour last a year?