Mostly

Mostly
I feel dejected
When I think
You don't think of me
Or realize how nice my hand would be
In yours
On a sunny day
Along the lake
In silence.

Mostly

I feel rejected
When I try to kiss you
And you kiss your wine glass instead
When I say things in upper case
But you hear them in lower.

Mostly

I am left of center
When I realize
I am unrealized
Like a faint star you don’t look to
When you look up
And ponder.

Mostly

I am accepting
That this is my life
And that someday it will get better
Even if it’s not
Because of you.

(From the book Wilderness & Love)