Seeing you again makes me remember
Remember my thoughts
My questions and my unwillingness to answer them
I know you have no answers
Because these are my own
So I sit here waiting
With time flying
Hoping for something I'm not
While avoiding my thoughts
I sit here waiting
And hoping
That eventually
I'll finally be
Something I am
While remembering
And reflecting.
YOU ARE READING
To: You
PoetryPoems addressed to you. You who is my friend. You who is my family. You ... who has yet to become anything and everything.
