Quick Thought

I walk a fine line
Between a seeker
And a fool.
I thought of you today
And smiled, then I thought
Of her, and smiled
Much the same way.
The first rays of
Sunshine live in my name.
But I feel more
Like the dew that's
Never allowed to linger.
Truth and light trapped
In a traffic jam.
I tune my new guitar
And dream of playing
Well enough to make
Muddy Waters approve.
Then I put it down
Unplayed, unheard.
And I write these
Little, little poems
And fill them with
The gaps in my soul.
So that when you read these
You'll think of all the ways
You can make me whole.
But it obvious
That it's not working.
Because you're at a party.
And I'm here alone.