I was asked the other day

an age old question,

I was told always in my life

to know the answer,

I was instructed

solutions cannot result

in a salacious notion

toward personal upheaval

instead our words, our look,

our desire, that verve we live by,

an energy we spread around

outside our bubble,

you know the space,

don’t lie to me about it,

it is a coveted shelter from

the pain, always

nearby looming,

waiting for an opportunity,

to feed the current

solution.

I was noticed one day,

and she smiled.