Text: You silver streaks I see you darting Short-circuiting forward Jumping sparking skittering trailing off Into the dark Quickly fading with a slowing pulse Silence slowly thickening in the wake Of your cursive path
Text: I could be wrong about how I feel Or about what it means when you take my hand But I’d rather err On the side of magnificence and possibilities If we finally got it right this time
Sometimes ‘I don’t know’ is the strongest answer Most honest and vulnerable Unassuming Leaving room for possibilities Letting go of control Knowing that it isn’t a sign of uncertainty or worry Instead, willingly hopeful