grace

my dear Friend, i have missed You.

dear because i fancy to disagree with You

and fight with You

and wish my will for my own sake

and pretend quite convincingly that You can be unraveled just as You were wound

until to blush when i hear of You

like a flower that blooms at night

that You silently kiss and tuck in Your coat pocket

the one on the left, just by the heart

proving you noticed

until i wish of  Your bias

like the spot in Your mind that holds the music

tilted out in your own voice

my favorite voice

Your favorite grace

i'll just lay here and listen

just sing whatever you want