Recognition...

A few times...
Once at a shopping mall,
a grocery store,
the line at the dry cleaners.
I wondered about my look,
Did I stare, should I look meaner?
Realization,
That there was something here,
something so very far
and somehow so near.
Someway.

A phone call...
Husky voiced with
sleeping breath in the middle of
a summernight.
Hot and bothered,
Like the southern
August air.
Whispered into hushes,
and hang ups,
and...
dial tones.

Misread texts....
And emails,
and all things
not solidified with pen.
Traces of her,
and me,
and y'all,
and we.

Across a parking lot...
Inside an elevator...
In a coffee shop.
We've never met.
Inside, I felt I knew...
She,
she did too...
Our hearts annouced
That our connection
is you.

Jason Christopher Johnson
January 14, 2011

The List...

I've no bitter spirit
No hardened heart,
Or nose turned down on you.
I've no hold on your dreams
Or doubt for your means.
I've no salve for my own wounds.

I have a closet full of my life
In a house full of your's.
I have crisp sheets that you've
Planted your softness into.
I've no trust for me
Around you.
I've no hope for this love.

I have want for it's end.
I've no concerns for moving on,
But worry for when.

Jason Christopher Johnson
December 27, 2010