Part III · The Des Moines / Post-Military Era (2000–2015)
Not you, not I, (neither of us) know
How deep the feelings between us go.
But if you, and I, (both of us) don’t try
We will share our final goodbye.
My love, it all started with a smile.
It wasn’t form follows function but function follows style.
And I, I wanted so little from you,
Because I didn’t expect your love to be true.
We’re sailing a sea of uncertain boundary,
Making our way ‘round the shore of insanity.
Why are we using the stars for our charts
When we should find the charts in our hearts?
You told me your dreams, whispered your desires.
I showed you my designs and the forge’s fires.
We talked about the future and what we would find,
And discovered we both were two of one kind.
My love, it all started with a smile.
It wasn’t form follows function but function follows style.
And I, I wanted so little from you,
Because I didn’t expect your love to be true.
Now we’re close, but not close enough.
You are still scared but you try to be tough.
I understand we need to give “us” more time,
So how about we find which key is prime.
Composed 2000–2015 · part of the Poems collection · authorship documented on the Provenance page.