Writing 1-Oh_1

Writing 1-oh-1

 I never gave you a chance.

We never gave us a chance.

A chance at what?

A lottery ticket whose numbers were never scratched off,

A call never answered,

An invitation unaccepted,

An opportunity never embraced?

 A love never made.

Set in motion at the wrong times,

Starting and stopping never catching a rhythm.

The first time I saw you was in a picture,

Not sure how I missed you at that birthday dinner.

Glancing back, not a smile or a frown,

 but your eyes said you had a story to tell;

a life being written not acted out.

I’m not sure what it was in you that kept bringing me back.

Were so different, were so the same.

Something deeper than your skin I want to touch.

So I return like the tide, working my way to you.

Maybe we were never meant to connect through carnal desire,

Meant to connect by words, expressed tales of life and emotions;

 hitting each others gspot the only way we know how.