My Tactless Wonders

for the friends I've met but yet to make*

i think of you tho
remind myself
not to..
which brings the image
of you all the more
into view.

i tell myself it is
not truly you
i am thinking of
but an ideal,
an idea of truth,
this better hue.

a wish on the lips
to spring forth
an image of us, as if
thinking of you,
you appear august
and fine.

and all my tact-less
wonders
would be forgiven
and we could start
as newly-met friends.
mine.


*Beyond a random 'hello' I seem to always stick my foot in it, saying the wrong thing, asking the wrong questions.. my timing is often horrible it seems, regardless whom I am speaking with.