Impossible

It's a dropped vase that's broke in one,

The tender loving of a gun,

Blinding headlights on a one-way street,

A paralysed deaf who follows the beat.

Like counting the seconds 'til yesterday,

Holding your gaze while looking away,

Seeing your options from behind a closed door,

Having enough while still wanting more.

It's looking straight up and seeing the ground,

Hearing the thunder make not a sound,

A broken winged bird taking off into flight,

A rising sun in the midst of night.

Like the mighty red sea with waters so blue,

That's what it's like loving you.

~Jn9