Okay now this is try number two I heard you say you're dating but I haven't forgotten you indeed it feels like waiting for a better day to come because the more that I see you the more I come undone I read my words to you written in frenzied haste and though they still ring true they cry to me of waste I feel a certain kinship that may not really be there but your ways just seem to grip me with an extra bit of care I suppose I must pretend that it never came to this a feeling you just send a feeling akin to bliss I thank you for the scenes however brief they be but whisper of the fiends that you let consume me I must stand aside for your present lover's state but nothing can hope to hide and nothing can abate the emotions you invoke  when I find us standing there with words we've left unspoke and a hope you really care. Back to Poetry All Material is © Conrad Hubbard.