We let time come in between us.
It was natural.
It was good.
The hands move patiently,
Molding is separately.
Facing our complex feelings.
Craving to to be understood.
My wandering mind scared to focus right in front of me.
Your scared of my kind, couldn’t offer the clarity.
Our sea glass opacity and our lack of audacity,
Claimed we didn’t have the mental capacity.
The waves kept pushing,
And...