technically, you’ve won the game.

wait all of your life
to find a thing
	or a few
	and a person
	for new,

	for you.

finally finding the feeling
you needed to know you could feel
you found your right
and built your world
and with a ring you sealed the deal

what do you do
when where did they go
and the feeling's still there
manifesting alone

but you're all out of luck
and things, the few.
that person,
and time,
to wait

for new.

for some reason, i read this slowly, loosely translating open space to pauses. i’ve also been trying to loosen up my language with this kind of stuff and not freak out so much about syntax. still not really sure whether i suck at this or not, but it’s something i’ve been drawn to since i was young. on a final note, i love that i associate text editors with both code and poetry.