lips of an unlikely.

I’ve written poems about him before

and we share a history

but that was all before

he became a mystery

can’t say I know where I stand today

but there’s something about a bold statement

said by the one I let slip away

knowing it was myself he had faith in

and when that escapes the lips

of an unlikely

something about the uncertainty of it

is frightening

the greatest lesson I was ever taught

was by a guy

who didn’t want to see me fall

or any more tears in my eyes

and now I’m left pondering

how different things have gone

and sometimes I still wish he was still there

but I dare not ever let him know

after all 

I feared being his bait

and how long

did I expect him to wait