The best things happen when we’re waiting around,
Not when we find something, but when we’re found.
When I had absolutely nothing to do,
Only then did I notice you.
When I hurried from place to place
I missed the passive kindness of your face.
When you made the effort
To see me? I did not see you walk by.
The imperious, the defensive, the smart,
Are too proud to know the heart.
If you let life make you wary,
Then life seems even more scary.
One reason follows another
Until reason hides every kind of lover.
In hindsight we think, “that had to be.”
So we never think we’re free.
When we love, we think it’s fate.
I worship love’s fateful chance. But hate
Is always me—I’m the drifting, hateful one.
My soul is what kills, my soul alone.
When we loved, you wanted to be free—
Which was fine. But I feared and cried out: do not murder me.