Fleeting yet consistent-
enlightening yet bland.
Some mornings it greets me with the sun’s rays. Most nights it hugs me as I hunt for the stars among the clouds.
Occasionally, it hides, it runs, it completely escapes from sight.
If only I could control hope, or
Soft white drift towards you,
Bleak yet beyond beautiful,
Find the hint of spring.
Should I feel ashamed it was bought by me?
No one holds the key to this lock,
The shine is gone; the wear from use.
Cherished, Tarnished, Personal.
Maybe one day he will appear,
The relationship built strong.
Maybe one day he will,
walk in my door.
Maybe I will inspire him,
to walk into theirs.
Until then I will flourish,