Missed Connections in Manhattan
Missing
You.
Very much
And I feel lost, trying to get back to you.
Maybe I see nothing. Maybe I see everything.
Maybe I know. I know I know.
Interpretation is not always easy. Learning a language you were supposed to already know.
Wishing it was as simple as walking up to you and saying
I miss you
I love you
I am grateful for you.
I want you by my side
Always.
Maybe it is that simple.
Sweet Dreams. Maybe tomorrow will be it. Leave some bread crumbs.
PS. I am good at being happy, but also good at pretending to be.
Her Two Cents
“Maybe I know. I know I know” writes our NYC poet in this heartbreaking love letter of sorts. There are so many things in our lives we prefer to ignore or bury or deny, but deep down inside, we know they’re hiding out there – somewhere between our heart and our gut – just waiting for us to come around and pay attention. Is pretending to be happy as good as being happy? No, but sometimes it’s the only place to start.
