Smirk

have i told you yet
what your deep gray stare
has caused?
that crooked smirk
has my heart praying
this cause is not totally lost!
another Valley sunday
weighing down on my chest;
such aggravatingly beautiful weather
just highlighting your absence...
*
and are you well tonight?
do you miss my sound?
do you miss my sight?
could you use my insanity
to make all our wrongs
right?
*
i bundle up and refuse the indoors...
and now,
im at this sweet spring night's mercy
waiting on one call...
yours!
stranger, stranger Paths
are so seldomly walked;
but normal is when
your's and my crazy talk.
normal is when
im shackled to you
and im free to sleepwalk.