Harmony

Listening to jazz--
punctuated by falling rain
as it hits each window pane--
my mind wanders in and out of you,
curious, yet
cautious.

I make excuses
why you're not quite right for me
when really
I've no right to say--
but every one before you
has ended in just
me,
so why should now be
any different?

Not that I'm looking for a 
we--
not just yet, but
maybe
someday
when my heart finally decides
to fall for this mysterious man
in the unwritten pages of my future,
when I'm no longer a fool for trying
because I don't have to try
I just have to be
me--
and then I'll be here
and one
with you
and we'll make love
listening to jazz
punctuated by falling rain
as it hits each window pane--
and we'll laugh at how incomplete
the music was before us
and we'll weep at the beautiful harmony
we create--
you and me...

 

1999-2000 linda lee tritton


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