Moments III

I got so use to your calls that my heart

would jump when 6:39 turned

to the tiny camera

that symbolized a face time call

from an angel

in the first month I knew you

I spent more time waiting around my

phone imagining your call than I had for

anyone in the 24 years prior

I ended nights with you

and hoped for mornings too

I would fight for you

but that's not right to do

I got a bite or two

but my heart is tough to chew

I ache to be loved by you

but love cannot be forced

I'm sure I will love another

but I hope to still visit your porch

mornings for coffee and evenings for tea

scribbles and thoughts of destiny