higher romantics

i’ve been thinking about throwing caution to the wind
saying here, catch
i saw your face in a photograph
i wanted it to be perfect but i’ve started to think
that if i wait for what would be ideal
i may not sing loud for 40 years
the time might never come
and wouldn’t it be a shame
if all the suffering that came from
hearing you laugh in a video
now
was good for nothing except maybe
some self growth
life lesson, exploration?
(as if that wouldn’t be enough)
(the gift that keeps on giving)
still i figured –
holding you has made me feel so lonely
that i’d rather hold my art
flawed as we may be.