i cannot be that person –
as try as i might
i am not that type
the font of all knowledge –
is camped out
and the bottom of a wishing well

and i am not afraid of showing –
such fragility
i know my emotions –
and i am not afraid to shed tears
or pull up a chair –
and hold onto my fear

lifelines did not converge
different destinations did not merge
but you look at each other
and wonder if, or the attraction could converge