You are bright as sunlight,
perfect in my eyeline,
reflected halo around your soft hair,
in a maze of mirrors,
truth told on hopeful glass.
You kiss me softly,
as I watch so many memories of us,
that have yet to happen,
far in front of my eyes,
as if it will bring them closer,
because though I know that waiting is half the game,
I don’t have the patience to play.
I don’t want to play you,
but I have to,
because the truth is too real,
and I don’t want you to feel captured,
so I follow directions that come from my dearest heart,
finding the patience to play,
finding a new version of the truth,
that makes you feel safe enough,
not to run,
but not to wander either.