You were never mine,

Not really, though

Our conversations

Led me to your hand.

I made no promises

And only gave way

To silence and the problems

A hundred past choices

Built around me.

You might have been mine

Had the sun never rose

On the first night we met.

If my frigid blood,

Your fear,

And absent moments

Hadn’t brought the sun

To shine on lost hope.

I wish you were mine,

Your delicate eyes, all

The stories and questions

You build when its quiet,

Your love of sound

And slowing time.

You were really mine

For a moment, greetings

Where we floated and

Watched one another,

Smiled and listened for cicadas.

Maybe some night,

Some day, I’ll be yours.