Fools

Nothing good comes without hard work.

The night was hollow

Watery-grey, barren

jusqu’à toi.

You were earnest, simple,

childlike in your sincerity.

I read deeper.

Time reveals your unsure fear to me

My eyes know now how to see;

they pierce through the hesitance and

it tugs my heartstrings

earnestly, simply

childlike in their sincerity

to understand and be understood.

Heaven knows you’re out of practice and

only Heaven knows how tall our walls really are.

And you couldn’t know how different it feels for me

to have good reason

to trust.

And I couldn’t know, I can’t know

what lives in your mind

as we slowly whisper our way ahead.