Lucky That Love's My Best Friend

How do you know when it’s okay to wait?

Because sometimes you say things too soon.

And then a little longer just feels like it’s much too late.

I have all these questions.

I know you want forever,

Before you start to try things out.

And that you think tomorrow is never,

But what do I do when you’re all torn and I’m crying too loud?

What do I really want today, anyway?

Just a little bit of everything I like?

Restful nights or maybe some to stay awake?

A tree and a garden.

A pot on the stove.

A little hand to hold,

A place to call home?

A voice to come back to?

A bed that isn’t cold?

Some things have full stops,

But others aren’t even-toned.

And pauses show indecision,

That will soon be grey and old.

A few things are certain,

Even in a life that hasn’t begun to unfold.

And the mind is so fickle,

It says what it hears it hasn’t been told.

I look to the sunset,

Without blindsiding the day.

I know that it’s not easy,

But somehow it always ends up okay.

You make me happy and please me,

I just want the same.

It’s hard to believe me,

But I really am quite sane.

I wish we could try harder,

To learn to let go.

Or even wait for each other,

But I really don’t know.

Maybe it inspires,

To cause for an effect.

And it’s wishful to hope that

I’m naïve all the way until I have grown. 

We can’t be giving,

Until we have ours to give.

And I know this, believe me?

There’s so much to start before I end,

Lucky that love’s my best friend. 

-Khushboo Shah