i think

i like to think a lot.
i like to think, that sometimes, people i loved might think of me.
i think of them.
i think.
i believe, that the little parts of me
that i give away-
to those- sometimes undeserving, sometimes worthy of much more-
will never be retrieved, but perhaps i think
i'm happy to leave them where they are.

and sketches and poems that were inspired by such passion,
now dead and never to be kindled again, i think
are not a crime.
i think we have loved, and we love.
i think that mostly i forgive and am forgiven.
human nature is inclined to these sudden passions and predicaments.
we cannot control them, i think.
i think doing what feels good is a motto to start living by.
i think waking someone you adore and cuddling them in the sleepy shadows of night is the most beautiful gift.

and i think that the pain of losing someone you may have loved is just as beautiful.
i think they have a time for their final exeunt.
i think that i have been lucky.

and tonight,
as i walked the path
into the inky night,
i knew
it couldn't be more perfect...
i know this is only the beginning and there is so much more ahead...