Maybe
It's never been about practical, logical reasons.
It's always been more than just wanting you.
It's been the memories buried deep in the heart,
of what it felt like,
to allow all of me the freedom,
just once,
to hope and dream,
of being one with you.
Time passes,
the dream fades in intensity and frequency,
not finding or feeling that freedom again,
makes us want to be more tolerant,
and accepting of what we have.
Wiser?
or is it our childlike hope obscured by the changes in our lives,
and birthdays passing.
Maybe if we believe,
but know there are no guarantees,
don't look, or try too hard,
let it find us.
Copyright © Randolph Byrd | Year Posted 2015
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