Dali

I sit with a feeling that’s become so strange to me I don’t understand it. I don’t know if it’s here to make a home of my heart or if it’s just passing me by like a moment I cannot hold onto. I thought that I had pulled the connection wires on love long ago. Thought nobody could offer me the love that was necessary. But everything I know about love—everything I know altogether—is challenged when you speak to me so sweetly. Where did you come from? What did you come here searching for? Words become so futile in your presence. I find myself dreaming of the ways we could be together. Please, please, please don’t feed me more dreams of things that may not even be. Because dreaming costs too much to be in vain.