Wondering of You

There is
a quiet place
inside-
where I am
a small man
nervous
wondering...
about complicated things
thinking of your worries
pondering on your heated glance
revisiting the turn
of your smile
unsure
if it was meant
as a disappointment
unclear
of your conclusion
of my being
a part of your daily
happiness or duty?
is there too much
that defines our partnership?
Can we handle these feelings
riding waves of forgiveness
stealing time with tenderness
bouting with bitterness
believing with kindness
will we reach a silence
that blares
the simplicity
the idiosyncrasies
of our union?
we must be stewards
of each other
wondering-
I am constantly
wondering of you.