Stopping along the path
In a beautiful rain
Where you don’t really get damp
Just feels like a heavy dew.
Look over at a tree
Realizing I’ve been passing them for years
With nary a thought of them
Now I’m thinking I should stop a minute
Take a look at one more closely
Maybe even touch it.
I’m ready for something real now
Ready to actually touch.
Been practicing for long enough
Alone, but not, as such.
Ready for someone to fall into me
Like a man with nothing to lose.
Finding everything he’s wanted in me
Day after day, I’m the one he will choose.
Slowly I walk up to the tree
Smile at the smell I haven’t noticed in ages
Reach out my hand and touch the bark
So rough and moist from the rain.
I don’t remember it being so difficult
To want something real.