When I thought I wouldn't find it anymore
Life conceived a person
that caught my psyche
for reasons cryptic and misundertood
yet instinctively wrote down
an inkling of synchronization
between our wired brains
when I thought I was destined
to fail in this sea-
for all the past shipments I succeeded
others praised me.
It's reminiscent of crossing uncharted waters
turning foreign at the same time
as it should be
because each encounter is unique.
However,
why does it stay scary?
Why do I remain too wary of what I say-
as if I lost confidence of a thrown pebble,
of its ability to skip a few times:
to skip to more conversations,
to skip to shared experiences,
to skip safely to the other side
and enjoy a new arc with this person.
Now my fears believe it to sink at
first thought,
and all I can hear is the
plunging,
submerging,
and final clasp
of this pebble of a start to the bottom
of my mind's seabed.
But save this.
For I can remember his words,
his wit,
his smile at my mirrored retorts.
Perhaps I can walk back,
turn around, and
dissuade the sinking feeling
from past dealings with personalities
that I almost permitted
to stain these future relationships.
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