I wonder if it is real,

This thing I feel

I wonder what real feels like?

He walks in at the most poignant moments

And he doesn’t even know

That my attention is pulled

Immediately to him

In his existence

With the most correct thing to say

At the moment

Or that time I put Astoria on because I saw a murder of crows

Only to come upon another at the exact moment the words happened

The most peculiar things

And when it started I thought they were signs

Now I just think the celestial DJ has a sense of humour

But I really feel it

This pull

Like I should just walk up to his front door and knock

I don’t know where his front door is

I’m a long’er not a stalker

Just thinking wouldn’t it be nice to see his face today?

Neverending longing

I wanted to see you

Face to face

Someday

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