So here I sit, mind whirring
Sentiment flinching, stirring
Making words I thought were you
Words were making thoughts of you.
You may not ever even get to know
I may not ever even get to show
And I feel crazy, so confused
As to why my heart’s enthused.
One month or two or three
Yet there is such harmony
Such resonance I feel
A connection oh so real.
Boundaries in place, existing
And yes, I tried resisting
And it’s not that you live a ways so far
As to why I can’t tell you who you are.
© Kris Blackburn 06/09/2015