fifty-eight

oh, man.
it's that floating feeling
where you feel like you're growing
and the light inside keeps getting brighter
and your eyes and smile could light the darkest of roads
it's because of you, you know
(and how could you not!)
there is so much more here than
anything
anyhow
ever

and everything i want to say
could be summed up in one thing
but i can't say it yet
i can't say it yet
because i know this will get even better
i'm holding out hope that it has to

does it count if i say it here,
and you're not sure if it's about you or not?
and will you know if i typed it, but erased it
because i keep telling myself
not yet
not yet

but soon