SHY

They always called me
shy, and
I always wondered
why?

Time spent at home
was such a treat,
I never really
gave it much thought, or
attentions’ discrete.

I simply, waved goodbye
and merely moved on.

Upon reflection,
however,
it’s clear
that
I

Was simply tired
from all their stares,
and
comparative airs.

All the while
I was living
without
a

Measure,
except
the

knowledge of your
pleasurable existence.

And, my love
and devotion
to a time
of promotion,

and single-minded
attention, which
for sure,
did

not come until
much later.

For the platitudes
of life do
easily

carry us away
though we
never

intend to stray;

it happens at times.

And when we
notice?

We can find our
way back
to that
which

was never gone,

only ever
momentarily passed on.

And, yes,
it’s quite intentional
even when
it feels
like

it’s…