There I am
Hidden somewhere
In a hundred pages
Torn edges
Of tender memories....
Dripping from those corners
Are blissful nothings
I spent, basking
In the shy glimpses
You blew my way
With the silence of your hazel eyes.....
There lurks somewhere
The makings of a We
From a You and Me
In blatant blue
Written uncertainly
Then crossed out
Erroneous in a zephyr of emotion.....
Folded away, tattered I lie
In your desperate attempts
To look away
Yet there always stand out
Beneath scribbled mundane
Pages you wish you never tore....
There I am
Waiting for you...
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