2025-02-21
      
      an inadequate response
          
      drowning in inarticulate longings  
      i can only wish to know you, to understand  
      that is what it means to exist  
      
      how cold it feels  
      after having watched the fireflies each summer eve  
      waiting to again see their light  
      
      hopeful, ever hopeful  
      and for what?  
      
      i cup my hands, pressing them together as tightly as i can  
      it's still not enough. it will never be enough  
      to catch and hold this intangible thing  
      
      here i am, far too direct  
      lacking all the subtilties of nuance and metaphor  
      compared to you, profoundly unable to set a scene
    

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      2025-02-22
      
      Nobody Wants to Ring the Doorbell  
      
      the anticipation of acceptance
      the fear of the lack thereof
      
      i was invited over
      but will i be invited in
      
      or
      like so many times before
      will i call
      go
      to where and when i was asked
      
      and still be left alone
      outside
      uncertain what comes next