I’m saving my words for you
For a time when they’ll be more than noises
For a time when they’ll mean something
For a time when they’ll matter to someone
I hope I meet you someday
We’ll have a lot to talk about
June 24, 2010
Future Words
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Sometimes I Know Who I Am 
I could say the same to a man who chooses what he hears and never listens to what I say. You’ve captured so much within so little. More like a mantra than a poem, i’ll keep it close to remind myself that one day…I hope we meet. Great Read.
Comment by splashofexpression — June 28, 2010 @ 12:40 am |
Thanks. It came to mind because outside of (a) work and other professional contexts and (b) counseling, I haven’t had a conversation that lasted more than 10-15 seconds in the past…two weeks? month? I guess the people around me have too much going on or just don’t want to listen to me anymore so I’ll just wait until I find someone who does. 🙂
Comment by sometimesiknowwhoiam — July 1, 2010 @ 5:35 pm |