Waiting on this ledge I am not sure if you have seen me properly. Or seen me as I would like you to. A selfish motivation tinged with aspirations of nobility.
You came and spoke and I watched and enjoyed.
What murmurings of intention were there in your own chest? Was there a spark at all?
I am wondering in the dark, a question as to your attitude and inclination see eachother again.
Thank you for this wondering. It would not be possible if I did not know.