the wind of the sea still moves me but everything else has changed

i'm being romantic, leaning out and over, watching you on the corner...it's raining and you drove three hours and five hundred miles to see me....to see me flip you off from behind the glass door, to hear me shout that you should fuck off, forget our love, go away or anything else besides stand there in the rain on the corner waiting for me to give...and i wish you would go because i know i will give, i can feel it starting already....deep in my stomache, i can feel the girl in me who wants nothing more than to curl up next to her friend and talk talk talk until dawn and sleep takes them over....the girl who yearns for more intimacy than nakedness can give, the girl who says that a soulmate without speaking is no soulmate at all....my insides were never stirred the way you offered to stir them with your frankness and your honesty.

years later after finding what i was looking for from the back of your bike i can smile about this and make an offering of hope for you.

i hope you find what you were looking for when you were looking for me to let you in.


....


years later and i'm miles away myself now having grown up to hear my own voice