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.