restless

restless
my cries are unheard, sheets rustled
i am a creature of habitual denial
pondering
enough love to kill the world
enough hatred to die alone
dreaming
lost in translation
crippled by hypocrisies
hopeful
needing to be held
too fearful to desire it

a tepid night in march

the air that night was tepid

i seemingly rested on a park bench
but my heart was vivacious with intrigue

watching people, waiting

and then i saw him

he sat down beside me
only a few inches and a steel divider

separated us

we talked and talked
like we were old school chums

we talked about life
and the past and the future

interrupted only by randomness
of strangers talking about hair

his smile, so inviting

we walked and ate and talked
and we laughed and smiled

wanting it to never end

the melodies of the night
spoken only to us

i took part of him with me
and left my heart on my sleeve

his smile, so inviting