Don’t think I’m losing it

I know these things can be deceiving

All the questions and the inflections

I waited for you

Hands out breaking down

Summer wasn’t coming quick enough

Solidly I found my fictions

I walked to my favored songs

As fast as my body would allow

Your aches validate

Blessed by this morning light

Brought about by seeking solace

Our hands reach out hoping

Only realizing afterwards

Either fully satisfied or bitter

Although I’ve decided

It’s my world though made of infinity