Muscle Poems

I must have lost what

I could have won,

Lost before

I could have it.

Even ‘not meant to be’

Has this as its meaning

In my book.

Memories now collide

With hidden subtext

Included.

The understanding of you

I did not have about life.

I must have been

Too young and low

On self worth

To read between the lines.

The chapter here is about

The masks we hold onto

Too long,

And before we even know it,

We are out of time.

Now, a picture of you has this

Gentle ache that sears

Throughout my mind.

Our lives could be different

If only i could reach out

In time.

A little effort, beyond

An opaqueness 

To the past,

That present

Was innocent.

We were so innocent,

I am a fool.

Knowing it now, at least,

And yet with the same shyness

That might block me

From reaching out.

If that were true,

Then I am mourning people,

Mourning people,

Who are still alive!

I assume you

May remember me

While I’m in this clear state

But the crackle of a phone call

And the nervous pause it would take

For you to connect the dots…

Would challenge my courage

If i had nothing to offer

But just the reminiscence of the thought.

What would it mean

Going in vulnerably

Under your watch?

The fact that i remember you

Though our interactions

Were so brief,

Tell me you are still something

Beautiful

And always was.

I hope now,

That you are beyond it,

But still within reach.