Gone for a while Hoping, always, to return If you will let me

You called me a natural con artist and asked me what other secrets I was hiding. I didn't answer because I already knew, in some deep, primal way, what furtive truth you were referring to: That I was destined to fall in love with you.

Love," he said, "has the longest arms.

I can let my true self shine in front of God.

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

What I envy most about you and everyone else heading back to school is the certainty of it all. You’ve got a prescribed set of requirements to guide you through the next few years. Focus your energy on the completion of those assignments and you’ll succeed. Guaranteed. Where’s my syllabus to guide me through life?

Then a lightning bolt shot straight through my skivvies. Sha-ZAM!