Seemingly random thoughts
feelings, ideas, images
as of yet unexpressed plans
lurk under the surface

As if my tether might just bring the best of them
into existence
simply by being there

But these are not what matters
to me at least
to catch a few would be
mere bonus material

My love line knows
and as much as it seems
to pine
the rest only flit and falter
of their own accord

as she remains