- Allison
Enough
I once stood in the bracing cold
Blindly awaiting an improbable moment
Backpack on my shoulder like I was ten again
Leather jacket beneath like I was twenty again
Heart in hand and hope in heart
Dearly wanting to be seen
For who I always wished to be
And not who I reluctantly really am
By someone who was mine a little
Yet never mine before at all
Later we would traipse through town
So familiar yet so foreign
Warm cookie and cold cake in one hand
Cheap new gloves and old scarf in the other
Laughing by an old friend disguised as new
Two motivated by so different
Yet in pursuit of much the same
Seagulls and waves calling from a distance
Serendipity from another city keeping us one
In the waning sunlight it would become clear
That this would be the purest joy I would ever know
And until I learn to give without hope for return
And learn to take without hope for more
I would spend a lifetime wanting to want this
I would spend a lifetime wanting to want me