VOCATION
When I was younger,
I thought I knew you,
On the back of my hand,
I swore I drew you,
I could read you,
See my passion for you,
Behind eyes that shone,
Whenever I spoke about you,
But I did not know it,
At least not enough,
Not then,
Not yet,
When I got older,
I thought I knew you,
But you came with doubt,
A flicker of uncertainty,
But l always came forward,
Too tired to always hide,
Behind the passion of the young,
So I still searched, my love
Yet you ever so gracefully,
Slipped between my fingers,
Through cracks in my resolve,
You eluded me,
On days when I doubted me,
I doubted you, I doubted us,
Still, you reaffirmed me,
That we were the best fit,
I’m still afraid,
That the day will come,
Where all I thought,
Will amount to nought,
Where you’d smile softly,
Ask me, what it was,
This profession, I called
My vocation,
~Frankhie
