That’s OK

Calling after you,
Yearning for an answer,
Begging for a phone call
But all I get—
All I see
are swift feet
and flowing hairs.

Getting to sleep,
Wondering if you’re alright,
Pondering possible situations
and just hoping for the best.

Alright, so I overstepped my bounds.
Looked you in the eye
and leaped over the edge.

But you know that I’d not jump
for just anybody.
Only those whose love
Devotion
and Companionship
has allowed me to confirm
that my efforts are not wasted—
And nothing is ever wasted on you.

My heart bleeds
a hundred times per minute
Ninety-nine when you’re gone
One-o-one when you’re down.

Everything ends in a final,
Cathartic moment.
Life is a series of climaxes
and mistakes
with forgotten Nonsense in between

Love, action, will
bring us to our highest points
and beat us down to our lowest.

And I’m below ground now,
Pleading desperately to hear
two little Words
followed by three more
in an eternal poem,
Pure drivel written by dreamers
and believers.

A pile of worries a mile high
puts no strain on solid ground,
But the wind blows one grain of sand away
and all comes crashing down.

For two words,
acting as paperweights,
or steel and flint
reset my priorities
and allow me to finally sleep.

Love and care
Pain and sorrow
Hope and despair
Will all return tomorrow,

when the ghosts of memories
and songs remembered
haunt even our deepest fears
which two quick words
can once again suppress.

And I, looking for closure
slam my head on the pillow
and listen.