A Path we must Walk

Your style sticks with me.

Moments last for eternity, while I utter a stutter because grace is not as gorgeous as your are to me; you hung the stars and painted the moon white, while I just stare. Time escaped; emotions got evoked and they haven 't exited and as much as I try, (which is a lot by the way) I just can not stop thinking about you; yet I will TRY again. My heart knows where home is; ironically, that home has been foreclosed on. The rightful owner has seemed to move on. I hope to somewhere better, but know; you have stolen apart of me and that  should be a felony; at least a foul, penalty under perjury. I hate to harass, but I only ask if there is power in moving on in a hurry. Slow down; doubt is a stepping stone. Some use it as a stairway, others to be alone. You then quizzed a question my way and I wondered; what you were exactly getting at. Poking my pride maybe trying to provide perspective, or redirect a different route because you were starting to filled threatened. Pausing for a second; you could not quite hear a pen drop,but it was quiet. You said the rightful owner of your heart is not I. You said the body owns the heart and that I am just an occupant, otherwise a welcomed guest; and who would have guessed this wisdom wasn't wasted. I took it to love in a moments notice. You Took It To Love? "This heart is on borrowed time", I quote from a wise woman I know. Loves on an eternity borrowed. Touche'. A smile appeared. I knew from this moment; miracles and magic are just pseudonym-an illusion for the ordinary; because ordinarily, I would just point out that when we met, notice how the sparks start to fly, turn into heat, that it was gonna get cute; you and I, but you laughed; and not just for a little bit either, it went on for minutes, out loud; neither could I ever try and stop you, nor would I ever want to. I hang on your every word and would spend the rest of this borrowed time between our hello's and good bye's if you would let me, but lately; that is the last box you would check so I will move with caution, casual to most, but just know, these moments last for eternity and though I will keep walking, there will be pain in every step I take knowing that you may be the one who got away for me; and maybe that was by choice.