That Guy Over There

That guy

Over there

Silly boy asks for poems

And so I write-

You won’t expect-

 

That guy

Over there

In the corner

On the street

On the couch

On the bed

 

Don’t know him

But I will try

 

Can’t understand everything

But I will try

 

He is mine; I am his

Pure truth in statements

Some searing path in a sigh-

 

But

I

Don’t

Know

Everything

 

Search and learn and maybe let go

I will hold on with the tips of my fingers

Near or far

Far or near

Here you are

 

In the corner

On the street

On the couch

On the bed

In my heart

Nestled deep

 

He is mine

You are mine

Are is will be-

Mine?

 

~LA

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