To Love Yet Unfound
You will exist someday,
The one who inspires a first love poem
Instead of lines of regret and pain.
And I will find you.
But forgive my todays.
I have a big box
of crayons yet only
draw with darker colors.
I'd look for you
But my heart is crushed violets
And caring for the wilted
Is work enough.
Right now my kindness is caustic.
I need someone to bleed.
Could you stand unafraid
In my comfortable world of arrows?
To you my love will stick
Not die in a month or three.
I'll care longer than the time it takes
For wrinkles to leave bathed hands.
I promise I won't ever look at you
With the haunted suspicious eyes
That an abused puppy
Shows the kind outstretched hand.
And I'll not compare you to them
One beloved but now
Renamed Bastards in my mind.
I won't even think it.
Ah, just wait out my
Vast and starless night.
I'll find you when the moon is full.
-srw
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