No Words Spoken

Sometimes I forget.

I forget how it is to want something.

I forget what it is I want.

It is impossible to stop human nature. People change. Feelings change. Thoughts change.

But it is possible to pervert human nature. To adjust its course. To put up a dam or two and watch how thoughts and actions alter course.

Sometimes you can stand in the river, an obstacle yourself, and despite the current, stand utterly still.

And wait

<sub>(Sometimes I forget how beautiful you are. There are nights that I fall asleep and I want to feel your warm bare body curled into mine.

Sometimes I forget that smile, when you let yourself love me more then you should. That slightly mischevious look over candles, or dinner, or just talking.

Sometimes, it is even enough.)</sub>