I don’t remember the first time I read this poem, but I think I’ve grown up a little bit since then. It’s wonderful how poetry always grows on you - the opposite way of shoes and clothes. 

Plus my roommate China and I realized that we have similar music tastes - look for it on next post. 

A Love Deferred

What happens to a love deferred

Does it hide in a corner
Like a hibernating bear

Or is it a song stuck in your head
Of it’s existence are you never unaware

Is love a drug
Do you wake up needing them

Without love, is life just a shrug
When love is deferred, can you report a theft
Has your aching heart been stolen for all time

Does the spoken word mean nothing to a mime? 

Maya Reid