In love,
I’m not in it, but I find I misunderstand it
I find I long for it with focused intensity, but…
I’m a runner, a pusher, a shover
Laces tied, sprinting fast
Not running as a challenge, but hindered by fear
Can I be caught?
So far, no
I wonder if it’ll ever be “yes”
When I’ll stop long enough to breathe
Dropping the baggage weighing me down
Not now, but…
Someday?
The speculators (spectators) wait
And frankly, so do I