I sat having lunch with her trying to soak in seeming wisdom. I realized wisdom is subjective -- and relative.

While you stared
arguing with your eyes
solidifying nondiscoveries with
your assumptions
I stood unafraid
hopelessly
dreaming of something better
greater
unseen by anyone
but you.
I dream of figures
silhouettes
two of them standing
unafraid
of your imagination
untouched
unseen
by anyone
but you.
Your most understanding
and profound words
speak
while I sit alone
in the night
dark
lone.
My memories of desire lay frozen
under a cover
of new snow.

Frozen by Calvin