A Certain Type Of Fool

 

And she showed me the scars on her torso.

Not on the ribs, just underneath

Inside

Next to

Her

Heart.

 

I think she thought I was wise,

I protested in vein

To declare my

Identity as

The fool

That I

Am

 

I know no answers as regards life

Its mysteries or queries

Or cruelty

Or why

We

Get

Scarred

 

She asked question after question

I answered pre-empting in

I suppose, Possibly…

And Maybes

Because I

Do not

Know

Much

 

 

Then she spoke about this guy she met and how he made her feel and how she was so scared to jump, case what she felt weren’t real

 

And she spoke about the demons inside and the Angels up above, then she asked me one last question….

 

“How long does it take, to fall in love?”

 

I smiled because I knew this one, I knew this one for sure

A fool can know this one thing and a fool can know no more.

I smiled because I saw her eyes and the answer in her stare

And said….

 

“Baby when you ask that one, you’re probably already there