can we begin again?
can we begin again each morning
when we wake up by each other’s side?
can we fall for one another again each breakfast
and long for each other at lunch?
can we start anew each evening
when we return home to each other?
can we wipe away all the frustrations
all the fears and the tears and the self-indulgences
each night as we fall asleep in one another’s arms,
so that we may start again each morning,
fall in love again each day?
can we begin again
what if nothing’s changed?
what if, with your abrupt appearance, it all begins again?
feelings and thoughts revisited
we can only hope that, with the familiarity of our situation
that are paths are spirals ascending
and not mere circles redundant.
n. the moment you realize that you’re currently happy—consciously trying to savor the feeling—which prompts your intellect to identify it, pick it apart and put it in context, where it will slowly dissolve until it’s little more than an aftertaste.
when do we begin?
when we say hello?
when we press our lips?
when we say the words?
when we speak our fears?
when we promise our lives?
when we sign our names?
when do we begin..
we began in silence
when I sat
and you put away the dishes
Does it ever get any easier?