To be the one who takes your picture,
Without making you feel awkward or shy,
The one you tell your silly thoughts to,
No need to hold back, no need to try.
The one you're never scared to be
judged by,
When we stumble,
yet we walk side by side,
The person you scream in colors with,
While the rest of the world stays black and white.
I want to be the listener you need,
Your partner in crime, your quiet guide,
The person you think of when it's time
For someone who understands you just fine.
To be together, and to feel divine,
And when we meet, I'd watch your eyes shine,
You'd nervously tell me about your life,
Each word a chapter, a never-ending line.
I want to be there, by your side,
When you smile,
When you cry.
YOU ARE READING
Between Notes and Tacenda: The Prose of Life
PoetryIn the spaces between our spoken words and the silence that follows, life unfolds a tapestry woven from the notes we play and the tacenda we carry. For Tina, my anchor in this sea of words.
