A white and precious citing
you in a smile
and blue jeans.
Lighthearted truant,
returning from your venture.
i’d forgotten how i’d pray
standing proxy to my center
a guarded, guilded innkeeper,
holding out for a witness.
And still you created
this spacious torture,
ran your fullest length
to deny the symmetry
to outskirt the gentle fringe.
But could we
mix again,
reconverge,
bridge the gap,
and still this subtle hesitation
fearsome and uncertain.
We are secretly wedded
be it a languid ceremony
And though you’ve given me no ring
you left a hollow fingerprint
in my heart.
~ Andrea E. Janda