Compass

Could we possibly

return to unsown seeds

washed and unburdened

shining in the sun?

So much time on the clock now.

I feel it vibrating 

inside my everywhere.

We overlapped.

We pulled away.

How many moments

I called for you!

Never a chance

was mine to have

I thought.

No,

I never knew.

The waiting became

a lovely kind of pain

I caressed and cradled it 

like a fallen baby bird

until one day

I let go.

Oh but 

my feelings are 

a jumbled design

Like a practiced surgeon

sending in a scope

trying to decipher

the parts

Pass me the scalpel

Will it hurt?

Cutting along that old scar

Going in
deep.