to

the women i never met
but wanted to.

to the companions i never found
but always needed.

to the chorus better left unsung,
i've memorized the words.

to the moment never fully realized,
i'm waiting intently, anxious.

to the her out there somewhere,
i'm on my way. hold on.

to all the 'i miss you' moments,
it's just a fucking song.

to all the emotions coming crawling up,
i welcome those of the comrade in arms,
awkward as it was betwixt her and i being
friends and all when it was ...

to moments never born but that should have been,
poetry is the reason and the resistance.

to going slower i say go faster,
but be cautious.

to going faster i say slow down,
what do i think i know?

to what i really know,
i don't know.