. . . Take it as you will

When you asked me my reaction was
" yes i can"
Even though i didn't say it . . .

I couldn't say it & instead i responded
" i think i can. . .i. . .i want to be able to"
and then i felt ashamed, as though i failed

But then it accured to me I am I'm dealing & im still alive . . .

"But am i happy?" i thought . . .
". . .Sometimes"

And you looked at me asthough you knew wut i was thinking. . .
So you asked
"Are you happy?"

& i said
"yes. . . As happy as i feel i deserve to be"

"before you give me a crazy look . . . i've done alot of things in my life & i feel that God has put me where i am & he's put me into situations for a reason & so if this is where im suppose to be and this is how im meant to feel in this part of my life then . . . Yes i'm as happy as i feel i deserve to be"

& you said i'd have to disagree. . .

Henry Brown. . . 17 years too late

I called your name & you looked up at me

with familar eyes

i spoke & it seemed like you got a chill,

asthough you were seeing a ghost

then you realized i was real & uttered

" I dont know what to say"

& i replyed " I'm not mad at you"

As we looked into eachother faces

those missing pieces began to get filled

those eyes i see every morning

my chubby fingers

my button of a nose

& wild eyebrows gtm

i was memorized . . . atlast i found you

& as i said good-bye with a kiss to ur cheek

i walked away wondering

"Do i feel complete?"