Here, Uncertain
Words by Oliver Cocks
Here I stand, uncertain of you.
Why do I ache with oldness?
Fam, you know I’m young.
A proverbial zoomer.
So, why do I feel
the onslaught of years?
Stan for what you say, and
you make me young every time
we shimmer together.
Keep my heart one,
don’t slice it like so much ribbon.
You can be the main character,
for me.
The only character, in fact,
in our heaving romance.
Be you, truly,
and I’ll rear my shrine to you.
