c o n t r i b u t i o n s



    

It was only just a day
a Thursday.
mere hours
yet I cannot explain
why you have been on my mind so-
a sparkle of hope
(your beauty
beheld in my dreams).

For a moment
I think you felt it too
connection
that which could be.

Mere hours
(yet your vibe
I cannot forget
your soul
I long to touch.)
if only then it was known
how I would feel now.
I would have told you. . .
At least-
that I wish there was more time
than these
mere hours
for you and me to see
where this spark
could take us. . .
possible outcomes
and what could have been.
Now as I stare at the walls-
I can only wonder
if you ever look blankly
at your walls
and think of me. . .