this is it
the last poem in a long line of see you somedays
scribbled across scrap paper
from here
there is only the wait
the hush of a centered soul finding itself
in the hustle and bustle of everyday living
my life is not on hold
love
you’ll notice that right away
I’ve been pursuing my dreams
while you worked your way toward me
our paths couldn’t cross unless I kept walking forward
and so I did
every step is worth it
to reach the day you read this poem
from the book I wrote
before I knew
your name
see you somedays [poem]
