"Maybe" - a spoken word poem by Igor Oro
To stand on the street corner and watch these two streets meet, I suddenly feel at peace. Maybe itβs because at my feet lies the intersection of two distinct paths forming at the point of vulnerability. Maybe itβs because itβs a reminder of you and me. And the blissful bond we both shared. Without a care in the world, my arms wrapped around you to shelter you from the cold. Two souls kept warm by each otherβs company. Two hearts dancing in the rain playfully. Two minds with the same thing in mind. You want me to be yours and I want you to be mine. I donβt know maybe Iβm crazy. Maybe time has finally out played me. Maybe I stopped seeing beauty in the little things. Maybe Iβve stopped appreciating the gift life brings. Maybe Iβm in over my head. Or maybe I just miss the familiar contours of your body under my chalk white sheets of my bed. I donβt know maybe this is normal. Maybe I stopped being myself after you left. Maybe this is all a test. Maybe I failed and I couldnβt clean up the mess. Maybe thatβs why the rain suddenly feels colder on my skin. Maybe thatβs why when I try to apologize I donβt know where to begin or where to end. All these things Iβve typed up in my mind that I wanna tell you I just canβt bring myself to hit send. Maybe I fucked up and I wonβt admit it maybe Iβm a coward. Seems like Iβve got all the time in the world, maybe I should do something about it. Every minute without you feels like an hour. Maybe Iβm a fool for distancing myself from you. Maybe thatβs why I couldnβt admit that I loved you. Become for some reason, I couldnβt except that maybe, just maybe, you could have loved me too.
