I wanted to meet you
\non a level playing field.
\nSomeday you would invent romance.
\nGrow enormous trees
\nin hearts too little to breathe
\nby themselves.
\nI wanted to meet you
\noutside the kitchen door
\nwhere you knocked.
\nI wanted to play with you
\nbefore you scared me
\nwith your poems.
\nBefore I could no longer
\nlook over your head,
\nor race you and win.<\/p>\n
Then, there was no one
\nat the door.
\nNo one waiting for me.
\nNo one to be more important
\nthan the sun rising.
\nNow, I don\u2019t look.
\nI don\u2019t listen.
\nI don\u2019t want to find
\nemptiness out there.
\nI open another door now.
\nYour pages about love
\nand places I\u2019ll never see.
\nI race through your poems
\nevery day,
\nexcept when I can\u2019t get up
\nfor missing you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I wanted to meet you on a level playing field. Someday you would invent romance. Grow enormous trees in hearts too little to breathe by…<\/p>\n