Is It You…?

Freewriting,
just to follow the flow
Don’t know where this story goes
With a finger and a thumb partially numb
Trying to come up with words not “dumb”
Somehow, my juvenile, young naive mind
Wants to journey through endless space and time
But I know that if I close my eyes
Yours are the ones I see right next to mine
What is it about you that has me mesmerized?
What is it that you’ve chosen in me to confide?
How, behind these walls you’ve melted can I hide,
When all I want is a moment to just…be mine…

Even for a moment, however fleeting
Even if it means dreaming, sleeping
Staying in a place that I can just “chill”
Just disappear with you at will.

Now it deems the question I always raise,
To whom am I writing in this place?
Is it you, my darling, of whom I constantly dream?
Is it you, my dear, as it would seem?
Is it you, my love, across the seas?
Is it you, my lover, across the street?
Is it you, my dearest, inside of me?

Is it you
whom I love,
is it you?

Who am I?

~M.G.~