He’s a guy that trusts paper bag

Handles and tries in one breath

To blow out birthday candles

He likes to rhyme sometimes but

Sometimes he doesn’t, also very

Conscious of space, brandishes

Time like a toddler with a knife

And he wants a girl, not to have

Like a possession

But to hold like

A peony flower

To appreciate without smothering

If that even is a possibility

If that even is something he can do

I’m not entirely sure of his ability

To love and yet let go in the same

Breath. Only time and opportunity

Can determine. One rolls on while

The other is just beyond the

Horizon.