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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