It was the catch,

I couldn’t see the remainder of the day,

except for the fast moving breeze,

that sort of eloquence in time

suggests we haven’t quite the answer,

only speculation,

or the ability to wonder.

I waited for hours that day,

when phone never rang,

I wondered about that image

beyond my reality

I could no longer design

to reach my own end,

I might always believe

I can, but that night.

I don’t even know if love mattered anymore,

especially when a feeling is always misunderstood.