I remember the moment

I remember the moment I knew you knew my heart,
 when finally I perceived the plainness of your phosphorescent shine,

                                                                          how till then,

                                                                                   I'd

                                                                                     disguised it; shoved it up my sleeve,

                                                                                                       thinking you wouldn't see .

  I

made a maze, hard for you to follow - or so I thought. 

 But you packed up supplies and started trudging

                                            through bricked off conversation.  

You saw the end.

                                                                                    Each

giveaway.

                                                                                            I was the one who 

                                                                                              was lost,
thinking it was all fun and  games.

                                                                                                                                   So, you waited, biding so much time while I traced meaning, lavished language

      and worried I wasn't able.  

Stone-blind to the

                oh-so-

                obvious. 

 In the business of creating the beau ideal,

                       I said too little.  I said too much.

But so much more

                                 than a well-wisher, you picked up my call.  

When did I fall?

                                                       It was a delightfully rangy plunge.
Maybe that day driving, talking miles, smiles, gabbling seeds.  Or when lights glittered in my house and I laughed.  Or when you were up for it

  and it was clear I couldn't lose, cause you were right there

             waiting for your turn.

Somewhere in the merrymaking and the 

       elsewhere fireworks, I met you where you were but the

                         first day of the

                                               end began and

                                                             after

that,

 I knew, too.

  I needed quiet so you gave me calm.  I came with nothing but not too late because that night or day, that one is where I circled and where I write.

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