my impulsiveness, 

or perhaps, just my curiosity about you,

that suddenly gives rise to new longing,

nonsensical abruptness,

and some untold hopes. 

it's not unfamiliar, though.

it merely serves as a reminder for my soul

that you, indeed, are still here,

wandering between my logic and poems. 

oh, the irony,

and the bravery

come all the way

to my feet ---- they taste sweet.