You, there, with unfelt feelings.
Served and plated and unrealized,
I am the first to touch this shy,
over packaged collection of guarded goodies.
Not mine to hold but
to desire and present to you,
what it is you hold inside.
These beginnings, these transformations
so heavy on our hearts
felt so unequal when we start
so powerful as they move
so hurtful when unresolved