Sometimes
They tell me to choose
Without any preamble
To my options
But
I remember
The illusion of choice
Conversation.
So much beautiful music
We’ve made…
No?
Oh God,
This emotional treasure.
I won’t say
“Can’t deny,”
Not really my style
And we both know
That’s not exactly
True –
But,
One person has met me
Eye to eye
Without question
Given something
To write home about.
Although, I won’t call it
A positive
Yet.
I guess
We’ll wait
See
What comes
Walking through my door.
Poetry