It hasn’t been that long
And yet I’m tired of waiting
Everyone sends me confused messages
Saying every time I reach my hand to you
It’s hopeless and desperate
My shell ignored them and I followed my heart
But lately the shell is cracking
Of worry
Of fear
I consulted the tarot about you
And the many questions that arise
One card keeps resurfacing
The Two of Cups
The second best card of lovers
Next to The Lovers themselves
And I smile to myself
Wondering if I’m over reacting
Or in fact
Reacting correctly
The confusion in my mind
Is like a tidal wave
And I know I have a long wait ahead
Everything will be alright
I know that
But I want us to prove them wrong
And set the record straight
Hurry up and grab my hand
Everyday I’m falling a little more
And either you’ll catch me
Or a more mature version of myself
Will catch and caress
My wounded heart
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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