Imminent
You are there.
I can sense you on the tip of my tongue.
I am just unsure of your name,
the kindly shape of your lips,
and your scent
But
I know you are there ,
……….,
just not here with me,
yet.
Maybe
if I looked into
the faces of strangeness
as I lunge past …
I would see that you are here.
But
it is so much easier
to look down,
overstepping the cracks...
not wanting the distraction
that could cause me to fall -
Maybe
I will round a corner and you will be there,
breathing my name like
you need only
to know me.
Giving me no choice.
Till then
I will stumble,
downcast,
& tripping
towards someone
that
is
not
yet
here.
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