why did i never write about you

driving down dark places
down jungle roads that only
one of my best friends knows

I'm going to a wedding tomorrow.
I watched "Fighting Over Beverly" tonight.
All I wanted
All I Want
is your hand in mine.

I know I said
I know what I Said
Don't constantly check in with me,
but dear god, man,
I want to read your words.
I want to hear your voice.

I have trouble coming up with metaphors
because all I see is your face.
You are
the realest thing
I want
your hand in mine
because that is real.
I want one
everlasting
of your famous embraces

I want you to choose me.

What's the realest thing about this mess of us is
if you don't,
I won't drag you back.
You are so strong that
no rope I own
no Knot I could Tie
would hold you captive anyway.

I know you're not
leaving me in the ditch by the side of the road,
but at least
point me in the right direction before you take off.
I
I would wait for you if that's what it took.
I could do parking lot conversations for eternity.

Nobody twirls me the way you do--
not even the blues dancers could.
I am fully convinced of this, now;
this is the first and last verse of my bible:

You could make me
Truly Happy.

-Dana Winter