He Wished He Knew

He wished he knew.

When he saw her he wanted to walk across the floor,

Always, really, always,

Hug her, and tell her he loved her too.

But most of the time

It wouldn’t be appropriate.

Some of the time,

Really, increasingly

It worked with just a glance.

Still, it was a great idea:

The hug.

Some of the time though,

He had a promise he couldn’t keep.

He hated telling her.

But she did know anyway, because

He turned away, and was sour.

She just didn’t know why, which wasn’t okay.

Some of the time

There was a confusion in his life unresolved,

Or in the angles, or unknown emotions

In a new tune,

Which, she couldn’t resolve anyway.

They were just complexities.

Probably a moment to talk would be good.

A moment to talk was always good.

But if that wasn’t there, it couldn’t be absolutely vital.

Just nice.

He wished he knew

How to keep it simple.

It was so beautifully, extra-ordinarily,

Magically,

Simple.

That

Was the heart of it.

He knew she wished the same.

Fred
The Boatman
So Simple Things
Tattoos
A Bear, A Fawn, An Otter
Fat Men and Boats
Flowers
Letters
Christopher
A Funny Thing
Home
The Edge of the Moon
The Rod and the Ripple
Darlin’
He did Write
Aye Lass
Down from the Mountains
Silent Thought
Each Note
He Wished He Knew
But He Grew
Road Stories
Darling Daughter (continued)
Old Dogs New tricks
Dramatic Lives
Christopher Columbus, and Julius
Dawn Stretches
Sean and Megan
Dearest Beauty
Words
Dragons, Dancing
The Wild and Wooly Dog
About Dragons
Big Dog Gone Running
Autumn Waits
Sunday Afternoon
You Can Write Words
Lions in the Dawn
If I Listened to the Moon
Gifts and Purposes
First Kiss
They Were
Carp
Hipness
Old Pictures
To Stand Free
Candles and Flames
Dear Mom
The Moon is Floating
Artists can run Hot