Chances

why, tell me why where did you go the you and the other who promised? when I'm not looking, the chatter increases to levels of laughter, insane almost, if left near a bus stop and yet, quite contrived whenever I appear is that my paranoia again, or something more sinister, creeping within? I'm betting on neither as neither is real perception is what you believe and I'm thinking I'll pass on this round, maybe the next few if this trend continues ... the swelling of the hope willed promises anytime we stopped to share, to sizzle a little our days, our thoughts, our aspirations I began to feel again began to need a friend and believe, we breathed in the silliness with satisfied sips, grandiose hiccups had us skipping on simmer right through that hard, wooden door is this an echo, or something more than some tantalizing mind sweep, across the canvas of dreamy eye lids close them and see splashed in hues of begin again these tender scenes make them stay, keep them real...