The Spy in me!!!
Life is a confusing mess
Like a very thin line between curiosity and check
Like a thin line between the love and the liking
Like thins of the feels that leave you thinking
Like a thought of me calling to say that I love you and I’m sorry and him thinking that I’m asking if he is doing it all right and not just alright.
He looks for the spy in me.
And I wonder why, is just because I shy.
Just because I shy of even thinking that he will say why, WHY for all that I want to know?
At times people make their space more important than anything else.
More important than themselves
I long to say that I do and he prolongs to say if he will ever do
I care to say that I do and he just cures to say that he may do
What if I’m lost one day, lost in god’s mystery, will he ever question himself that why didn’t I ever do
I did all but missed on just one do, the most important do
I hope we are never left miserable in the confusion of when to do
I hope he realizes it now of what he needs to do
Holding the space that I sit and realize that I really do
It’s the spy within me asking these questions and not asking if you all right and not just alright as he just thinks of what we do.
