Incorrigible. Over demanding.
Rude. Brutal. Insensitive.
Robotic…
Overthinking over analyzing schmuck.
Overplaying my hand at every round and turn…
This is all I become…
No. This is all I remain…
When you are not here.
Because everyone can talk to me. But not everyone can make me listen…
Sure many can touch me, but not everyone can move a soul beneath.
There are surely many who can hold but not so many who can contain me…
Many can walk along, but not those who can align with me.
Many can give me shelter but not one who can become a sanctuary…
There are many to whom I am visible, but not many who can find me…
It’s you, who can do that.
It’s you – without whom then I feel incomplete…
Because I never was complete.
You made me “whole” with your presence…
— Dedicated to the one who makes you whole…
Serenades of a dreamer... 