And, I was clumsy with you
What I took as neutrality
And, rightly so...
You and I made the same mistake(s)
Reflecting one another
Too afraid of individual rejection, perhaps
We masked our feelings
Until we couldn't....
Our day together was magic
You/we/a/re my wish
And I, I was yours
But we were (still) afraid
That fear led to a lot of mis-es:
Mis-placed ego and pride
And, most regrettably, mis(-)sed opportunity
By the way, I mis(s) you...
I missed you even when I didn't know it
The first time we saw each other
I wanted to hug you
As if you were a long, lost friend
We speak the same language(s), you and I
I so long to hear your voice
In hushed tones
And sweet laughter
Taking risks in love is hard
Standing up for what we want is hard
Doing anything against the collective is hard
Know what else is hard?
Healing broken bones...
I'm sorry things got messed up as they did
But more sorry that we underestimated each other...
Let's not do that again, okay???
You are like the air
And, I want to breathe you in...
Your birthdate adds up to a Harshad number, did you know?
It means "joy-giver" in Sanskrit
That's how I see you, no matter what
For, you will always be
The Last True Gentleman to me.