Abracadabra

March 27, 2018

“So what made you approach me?”
I gulped back my leaping heart at her question.

In that microsecond
All the reasons I was going to simplify
Became complicated.

Oh, I don’t know.
The sharp look in her eyes?
The old soul confidence in her walk?
One showed the storm she’s in,
The other, the patience to love someone.

I told you it became complicated.

Subtext: Steve Miller Band, Abracadabra.

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