Timiin Is Everything

To: She knows just writting feelins practicing being me (brain stormin)

Packed up my hearts
Sent them away with family
This weekend
Got this big old house
To myself
Knowing who I want to see
Two weeks too long
For the attention I need to show her
So rare to have this
Little part of the world to myself
Brought the candles
Brought the Zinfandel
Put it on Ice
Picked out the foods
Her heart told me she desired
Plus some to try
I like to cook
And Timing be everything
Whether for the touch
The mood or the ring
ing of the sounds of telephones in my mind
Fading to nothingness
Every thing is OK I hope
My heart fades with that sound
Training me away
From looking forward to
I start the fireplace
A lil chilly inside
As the coo coo clock chimes
In distant thoughts
What was I thinking?
I see the time
But the time is never there for me
Sigh
Breaks
Silence
I like the smell
Of the dinner I cook for two
Been gifted like that
It floats away like a dream state
Like that type of rap
Missin
But somehow knowing
it’s my fault
Tryin to be me
And move slowly
dang should've went to
Richmond
well I call and share this time
with a true friend
but not my mate
just because
we have never crossed that line
but she is special to me...