Awaiting

Awaiting

I am becoming more of my father and of my mother. It's not something visible at the mirror nor is it a set of enumerable attributes.

Though, at times, like the wink of a sight or the stare of a light, it feels their presence could be in that very same light or wink.

As when I approach you, because I would like to continue myself in you, there is no believing or understanding about it; it simply is so and that's the meaning of knowing.

So I know, because I don't have to think or put on any feeling, that when you're here, near me, we are becoming one. It is a matter of time, an inner routed collision will be our next momentum.

© 2017, José Coelho