Poem: Still Thinking

She is right next to me
and she has never been farther away.
Like a game of Solitaire she is playing
and I see a good move,
but I can't tell her,
because it's her game.
I want to abandon myself to love,
trusting it will be OK.
She doesn't.
And because of that
it's pointless for me to try.
She wants to question,
she wants to think.
When I think,
the outcome always leads to division.
Break-Up.
Sepparation.
When I feel,
it always leads to
Unity,
love,
excitement.
I cannot play if she wont.

And she's still thinking...