serpentine
where are we going to end up?
in a few months, or in a year or two
will i still think about you, sometimes?
will you embody the nostalgic, remote warmth
of first teenage love stories
or will my healing heart replace the love you once gave me
with every hurtful word i had to bite back?
i've known so many of them,
people left along the way, to never return
i would like, just for a flicker of seconds, to know
i will find that safe place i have wished for for so long
to huddle in the arms i've craved, to know that things will be okay
for a fragment lost in time, to believe that everything will turn out
just the way it is supposed to be
