what pushes me?
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Why is it that i write to you?
after all this time-
Sigh! It's unfinished business,
like the chapters of an unfinished novel.
I still like you?
But all my imaginations are like seagulls without wings.
Sigh!
But still.
Sometimes, a color, a flash of light reminds me of
that possibility, that clear blue sky.
It's haunting.
Then I think I appear to you like air,
like breaths going in and out without care,
without passion.
but,
then I remember:
Around the lake, with a thousand stones,
when the sun sits on the evening horizon,
that hope in a kiss,
is still a singing bird,
that pushes me.