Shoes on the floor
beside my bed
Thoughts scattering
in my head
Missing the comfort
found in your touch
Confusing myself
thinking too much
Reaching for answers
yet holding back
What am I missing
what do I lack?
You offer me love
waiting even now
Just knowing that
creases my brow
I've pushed you away
and pulled you back
Somthing important
not meant to attack
I cannot fathom
what you must feel
Don't you question
"is she for real?"
A. Boudreaux 2008
