I try to see you as you are, not as I imagine you to be
Having idealized too many too often before
Your reality needs no photo shopping from my imagination
Because the beauty in my eye as I behold you is real enough
I resist the urge to fantasize about what might be
To focus on what is, today
And if there are possibilities for the future
I won’t dwell on them
Like with those clouds rolling in from the horizon
There’s nothing I can do to squeeze rain
From those airborne reservoirs
So I wait patiently for floods or drought
Ready for experience to teach me a lesson
When I think of you, I quell the fires of enthusiasm
Dampening dancing flames to smoldering embers
Waiting for you to add some fuel
Instead of overheating at a bonfire that burns too bright too fast
Serving as a warning beacon for careful navigators to avoid
Which is somewhat disingenuous I realize
Since I stand on rocks enough to sink a fleet
But in the bright light of a clear day they’re obvious
So if you can find your way past obstacles
And if I reduce my expectations to warm affection
Perhaps we can find ourselves a place to be a plural pronoun
Together
David Trudel © 2013