(50) In 20 years... maybe

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I wish love had found me at childhood
I wish love and I had grown up together
I wish love and I were friends for 20 years and then finally decided to date
I wish love... had found me by now.

But love is somewhere else while I walk in the sun after a day at work.

I don't want to meet love in college, through another friend. I want love to share his notes with me because I missed a lecture because of the common cold.

I don't want love to walk with a strut, I want love to slouch a little from the weigh of his backpack.

I don't want love to approach me without decency, I want love to strike a casual conversation about my shoes or offer to carry my textbooks

I want love to do and be all that but realistically speaking

Love may be asleep when I am awake
Maybe I'll only meet love for a brief moment on the subway,
And maybe Iove isn't the dating type

I wish that love was here to tell me the things he doesn't like
I wish he was here to offer his sleeves to wipe my tears
I wish he was here to pat my head but love

is still so far from me

Maybe

20 years too early.

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