wonder.wander

Is there reason to wonder?
To wander?

To navigate with a broken compass?
In the unruly tides I’ve often been left to suspect
Is it only by my hand these waves are done?

I am left hanging and wondering.wandering.
By your words I am strung along.
I want you to initiate
For every time I seem to start
You leave me hanging.

But then again maybe I do the same to you

I rustle and bustle
Jump from one to ten.
I am often distracted.
Often bored.
I can’t seem to finish a thought
Can’t seem to finish.

I want you to talk to me.
But you won’t.

I think you’re tired of me.
But who could blame you?
I’m tired of me too.

I want to stop thinking about you.
I want to stop looking for you
I want to stop imagining things could go any further; that our hands will touch and our lips caress.
I want to stop thinking about our skin keeping in constant contact, keeping in constant motion.
I want it to stop.

For it seems if I don’t
I’ll never stop wanting you.