Love/sick

[bruorton]

How is it that I recognize this stirring

inside, when it's been gone from my life
for so many years? A flutter, like the
briefest of zephyrs stirring a curtain
in my soul. Did I only imagine it?
Is it real? Do I want it to be?
How could it be, after all this time?
The rational voice tells me I should
play it safe, of course. Not to get too
excited about what might just be
my imagination. So I stand up,
but in only a few steps I know,
know for certain the
way the heart knows
true love the way
the ear knows up

from down I know

and I rush madly

madly to the john

to bring up every
thing I've ever

held inside.

Comments

[kaph]

Okay, I KNOW I hadn't read this one before. Was this inspired by Lexi's first birthday party?

[bruorton]

lol I'm pretty sure yes!