I've thought of all the times it has happened before.
When my heart races to the finish line with an extra skip in its step. When my lungs ache as it heaves working overtime to get me there quicker than I can give myself time to think about it properly.
Yet this moment rivals those times.
The times when I nod to the past and make steady eye contact with the future. The times when nothing was more sure than this moment.
The moment that I resign myself to wanting you.
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Talking Tree (Ongoing)
PoetryOne time I was listening to a lecture by a wise man who told me that if I had no one to talk to I should talk to a tree. So here I am.
