The Flow

Photo by Ibrahim Fareed on Unsplash

Hours gone

Signed on

Not a word

So I attempt to put these thoughts in accord

And begin to ponder

If I alone is bothered

Or if really two is “a” pair

That seems to be rare

I dug that you are concerned

While I seem to be darned

That what I feel could lead to obsession

But I have not come to take possession

Matter of fact, it’s far from it

Please stop trying to fight it; stop trying to control it

Allow yourself to feel what you feel

If it’s real, let nature work its magic

Be not skeptic

As I want to read your mind

Divulge your heart, if you don’t mind

For we both know how the story started

Not that by its progress I’m marveled

But slightly cautious for your sake

I would hate to leave this half-baked

I follow in your pace, anyway

That we may be day after day