Waxing Moon

When love is hard 

maybe we are reading from different scripts

maybe that inability to communicate is not from lack of love

but from missed signals 

and crossed wires

one from a place of security

another from anxiety

woven and blinded by the mystique of the enduring romantic fairytales 

is it truly possible

that I cannot believe my thoughts?

that perhaps the pain and lost love I feel 

are just the makings of my own?

Reset the stage

and change the lighting

I see you.

For all the ways you move toward 

For how you grow 

with space

with time

beside me, as I water my own roots 

trim the parts of me that no longer serve a purpose

ask me how I receive love 

let me speak yours 

and together the grass is green where we water