Prayers are answered in one of four ways,” she said. “Yes. No. I have something else in mind. And . . .” She paused long enough for my impatience to show. “And what’s the fourth answer?” “Wait,” she said.

You, yes, you, linger inside my heart The same you who stopped us before we could start.

Why do you even put up with me?' 'I'm not putting up with you,' he said, softly. 'I'm loving you.

You gotta take chances in this life or you're already dead.

I love you, too." But this hopeful farewell does little to bring peace of mind, even now. Loving you has never been the problem. What's troubling me is how loving you may never be enough.

chromosomal dance oh, heavenly happenstance rare creation, you -Marcus (Poetry Spam #22)

I hate the very human inclination towards insensitivity