poetic plans

you've got
poetic plans
wrapped up in
brown boxes
tied with a
single carefree
piece of string

you've got poetic plans
lingering in coffee mugs
and couch cushions
and you're holding
onto memories of hands
and pieces of heartfelt
words and whispers and
milky white promises
not quite clear enough
to see through
but solid enough to
hide in

you're ready
ready to embark on
an unknown path
covered in dirty
arms stretched wide
open waiting for you
and i hope you see that
like i do

i'd follow you
but it's not my place to go
i'd follow you
but you'll do it all on your own
i'd follow you
but i haven't quite figured out
how to make my own
poetic plans

and i need to