February is for You

The moment is within my grasp

 and I can’t wait for hands to clasp

To make an honest effort

or something overly sincere

Nothing I hear

Can quite encompass it

As always my attempts to articulate

Never quite fit

Always lost in translation

Leaves me looking for the equation

What will the formula be

To give the correct answer

To who I am and what I see

Will effort be rewarded

Or am I forever to be thwarted

By the inability

To paint the picture successfully

If I draw it it’s not quite right

Or only a fragment

Or colour of each insight

I’ve tried with words for oh so long

To write the music of my song

And maybe you can’t understand

And perhaps you’ll just hold my hand

And tell me that my writing is a negative sign

That my planets don’t align

But you never knew me before

When my writing was almost all

I lived for

When it was such an extension of myself

That anything less

Was unthinkable

I was just a mess

Without these words to tether me in place

That it was my true face

And maybe one day you’ll see

That I am more than can be visible

On first glance

Or even after 8 years’ love

That there is more to both of us

Than ever we know already

That I cannot always finish your sentences

And that I am proud of all the depths of each other

we still have to discover.

                                    Ily, 2013