I had a tendency

to wear my heart on my sleeve

telling the world what I see

despite expecting it to leave


But I kept the holes close to the vest

hiding them made them less vulnerable

kept my head down at night under the water and steam

and hoped for something wonderful


searching the sky and praying to an uncertain god

wondering if I should think I was worth it

if I was deserving of some look, some touch

if there was a way to unearth it


under a parallel sky she walked

wondering about me

hinting toward me

wanting what I was

Which was the thing I could not see…..