This day began with a dream memory of You
The Only You
Reaching for my hand
While we mingled as single
It was You.
It wasn’t me
So with all dignity
We said peace
Friendship wasn’t on your menu
So your peace was a final adieu
Which was best for me
For me it was You
And You are not capable of leading on
And I am not capable of turning feelings off
Or switching modes
I opened the door
To welcome You in
But my space was not where You belonged
So years pass
And I still think of our path
And wish You well with gratitude for the rhythm Your life beats onto
The Only You.
My dream state decided to have me face the lingering hope I have
Desires of reciprocity
The deeper I dig the more exposed becomes my rope
I like the challenge of a No.
Although You deserve all of this praise
Clutched pearls at the memory of Your face
My dream state teased with the fantasy of Your reaching for Me
Deciding the decision You made may have been too soon
At Your reach.
Your Power, Old Stranger
Is in the Strength Your every individual act and form show
Even in Your vulnerability
There is a power that speaks
You are so sure.
So this hope attached to a rope that lands in comfortability where I
am not wanted
Habits formed by years of being kept by vampires and codependency
With full gratitude
That I crossed paths with You
You Gentle Giant of Mountain Stature
In Your own loving way
Were kind to my impulsivity
And did not choose Me
How to Choose Me.
Thank You J.
Liza Zayas is a lover of writing and dancing and celebrates both as a singer and songwriter performing as Luna del Flor. You can hear her collaborative sounds and experience life through her storytelling. She invites you to dance. Her poetry seeks to initiate dialogue by intentionally expressing consequences of love, lust, ego and self-respect.