Walking Alone in a Forest

Walking alone in a forest
my thoughts turn to you.

I am brought to this moment again
where I feel like I love you  for all you’re worth.

When will that familiar time come when all is dark and I am sad?
Will it not come?
Will it only come when I don’t trust you?

This is where I differ from other people.
Instead of fretting about the future,
I have learned that this is my future.
Every moment I spend recalling that you care for me brings me closer to you
even when you do not act to support that theory.

And still you believe I would stray.
If I could show you what I think, it would all become clear,
but there is no way to do that.
We are struck, struggling to show what we mean.
But it’s okay. I’ve grown accustomed to how you speak,
what you do.
I hope the same applies to you.
If not, we will never be together.
If so, I may be able to find that comfort that I keep looking for,
that secure feeling in knowing what I do is right,
be it teaching, loving, growing-
whatever adjective suits your needs.

I am slowly wandering down the right path.
I let the birds guide me with their grouped wings
and airy gossamer songs.