Even a little?
You and I
only a little more than nothing
to one another
courtship, a few kisses (okay, three) but no sparks, you later said
fun, not serious
1,000 miles is a long way for a young fire to survive
we may light for others
there may yet be a dormant magic inside each of us
You just wanted fun, you said
perhaps I was overawed by your strength
can you blame me?
Playing an away game, was I too focused on not playing games, and forgot to have fun?
perhaps you forget, a little, just how rare you are.
A cold perfect jewel may be beautiful and rare
still, it wants to have fun
be worn to parties
no one appreciates being treated with too much respect
you said you didn’t want something serious
perhaps I’m just tired of faux diamonds and rubies
a cold jewel needs to be warmed in the hand so it can sparkle
expect something in the mail
and if you don’t reply too busy who cares
if you remain closed
my short, sweet friend
What you and I are each in our own way doing to be successful, happy, generous
is what’s important
as my parents’ teacher says,
“What we do is important, but not a big deal”
let’s be important to one another.