To want you is to rush and turn away
From the woman with the tarot card set
Or like stopping to stare at the poster
In front of the shut down movie theater
You make me scared of the future of us
If the cards are read then what will they say?
Should I just keep on on waiting to know you?
I want to know your beginning, middle, end
But I welcome the gaps in my heartbeat
I relish walking in the fog at night
A guessing game of what is to come next
A field of butterflies at the stores door
Don’t want our possible love to grow mold
So I’ll settle for the moments just before
-Annette
