Untitled, But Entitled.....

He loves dark chocolates, old fashion penny candies and horses.... And I wish he loved me.... Not the kind of crazy frenzied love, you knew as a schoolgirl, But the love that comes from knowing your soul is safe, Your secrets, safe...your sad stories, told But safe... He drifts in and out of his own sentence, Leaving lines, canyons wide, to read between. I do my best to find only the honesty within them... So that I may savor the sweet slivers of an evening, spent suspended from a cobweb thin thread that connected us... That I might revisit it on a rainy day... He loves his dog, his Aunt, his throwback jams, Led Zeppelin and the Yankees And I wish he loved me... For now, as before, I must surfice to be content And be his winter hideaway