i'd been meaning to complete the lines that i wrote a while ago which you will find neatly tucked in the middle of this poem. i think i finished it here.

If only i had the guts to tell you:

you'd maybe suspect
but i doubt you'd know.
I wish i could spell this out
Each letter with perfect articulation
but my tongue grows thick
because a mystery this good
seems half a secret
and half a dream.
I find myself wondering,
When the sun rises
and lingers in the clouds
in pinks and oranges
that long for touch
do you think of me?
because when the moon
asks the blades of grass
to produce liquid diamonds
it's your name that ambles
across my lips.