JB Writes Too

Hope and Wonder? 08/09/09

What is to become of me
now
with this newly acquired penchant
for the daydream
Befuddled and distracted
I constantly am
Like a groan
That leaves you
When you realize
you are older
Damn! Monopolised in my thoughts
your face
and again
I bite my lip
The question of “what if?”
tumbles over and over
And imaginary conversations
As I toss and turn
instead of sleep these nights
A cliche of the highest order
Yes
I tick all of the boxes
Inside I’m giggling
constantly
wondering
“what will happen?”
a broken record of over-analysis
The bravado
I once had
has peeled away
like skins shed
on old fruit
knotted stomach - check
wrenches and curls
And I count the days
If I smile
Will you smile back?
Will we speak?
Or will I be left a fool?
Will all the daydreaming
become
a
sweet
reality
hope
Hope
I can’t believe
I even have it
But it’s all I can do
until next time
Hope
Wonder
Giggle
Repeat