Les cheveux blancs

I keep on pulling and ignoring..

Photo by Avi Theret on Unsplash

I scattered luck unevenly on this horse race risky bet and ended up falling from the so loving settle I asked to sit on so obsessively.

My grandfather I never met used to bet on flowers on Valentine’s Day (and died too young) but never on his ever-growing love for the next-door wife he always knew.

My father made all possible mistakes but seems to remain sain, healthy, and growing stronger in the ever-doubtful romance life has to offer as long he’s alive.

I don’t know.

I gotta take a little time…

I have nowhere to hide.
My shadow is running faster.

I gotta take a little time…

You got me walking the streets
And now I am here waiting.
Can’t you see?

I gotta take a little time…

To know what love is.
Is it meant to be?

I gotta take a little time…

I know you can show me.
I think you just did.
Badly.

But too bad I told you I don’t know before you told me I told you so

In the meantime, I’ll keep on pulling white hairs, pretending none of this ever happened.