Where you and I begin
AZIZAM,
I’m lost in the potential,
in the possibilities,
of what it could be for
someone like you and
someone like me.
My heart knew you before I did.
I followed her call.
She told me to keep walking every time
I wanted to turn around and run.
She’s here again
pushing me
to trust.
But trust in what,
if you never felt the same?
I’m terrified that it’s all in my head.
That I imagined it.
So why am I writing this at all?
You got under my skin in a way I don’t understand.
You haunt my days in ways that keep you in my thoughts.
And we never even kissed.
What I know is that
your pure heart
caught my wild one
and it felt safe there
for a moment.
And she’s wondering if thats where
you and I begin?
xo,
a
i am ayla
born in the east, raised in the west
daughter of two academics, both artists
masters in human rights, committed to social justice
love affair with travel, art, and food
speaks four languages, laughs in all