there's something in the way...

she laughs at me with her eyes, smiling at me

with her quiet sad. 

yes, i know you are here,

you don't have to reach any longer, i want to say

i want to say it, i want to know how to say it, so badly

but i don't know how, don't know what to do or say to

let her know what she may never know, to convince her of

what i cannot ever truly convince her of. so, i guess, i 

will stand here, stand here with her forever, the dance

between us playing out forever. and

maybe, just maybe, that is okay. that the 

formula will always be developing, deepening between us, being

constantly revealed as it is constantly revised. that

the change will be the constant, that the peace we feel

is not the peace of knowing, but the peace of 

accepting. accepting the push as it comes, letting it

push us and then pushing back, but softer, the wave 

bouncing between us, softer and gentler still, until at last

here we are again, loving and being loved by

you.