Monday, March 17, 2014

counting the days

"somewhere 
between right and wrong,
there is a garden.
i will meet you there."

between the right way to look at you
and the wrong things to say,

between the right way to introduce you
and the wrong way to remember you,

between the right time to laugh
and the wrong reason to cry,

between the right kind of kiss
and the wrong kind of touch, 

i will never choose. 

between me and us,
i will never know 
what you choose.