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Javan's Poetry


Meet Me Halfway



Page One

I've never met you

And yet I know you

At least I know much about you

I know you need food

When you are hungry

I know you need shelter

To protect you from the elements

I know you need things to do

To keep you sane

And I know that especially

You need someone


I can't say that I am that Someone

But I am Someone

And if you choose to turn away

Then I guess

We'll just never know


Page Two

We should do everything

Within reason

To save a good relationship

But if we are constantly

Trying to save it

It's probably

Not a good relationship


Page Three

It's a delicate situation

When two people come together

And one needs a friend

While the other needs a lover


and unless they have the wisdom

To communicate with each other

One will have no friend

The other will have no lover  


Page Four

Love is an Opportunity

An Opportunity to give of one's self

And receive from another

An Opportunity for two

To equal one


And like all opportunities

We never know

When Love might come


So we must learn

Not to try to force it

But just to be ready

When it comes


Page Five

As I lay beside you

And sleep has closed your eyes

Our bodies still warm

From the loving

I reach out and touch your face

Stroke your hair

And once more

Kiss you gently


For in a World

That seems intent

On "Making Love"

I find it necessary

To spend a few moments

"Knowing Love  


Page Six

Sometimes we have something

Without truly knowing

What we have


Sometimes we hold something

without knowing completely

What we hold


sometimes we are given something

Without fully appreciating

What we are given


But that knowledge usually comes

When we realize

What we have lost


Page Seven


The conversation mentioned your name

and someone asked

If I knew you


Looking away

I thought of the times

I had held you -

Sharing your laughter

Knowing your tears

and then without explanation

You were gone


I looked back

To where they were waiting for and answer

And then said softly -


I thought I did"


Page Eight

I can live with the idea

That we are merely actors

Playing a part

But  I do wish

Whoever is writing my script

Would learn to use

A few more Happy Endings



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