Something More

I love empty notes
I love empty lines
I love notes with empty stories
It’s clear perfection

I find lost notes to be delicious
It’s like finding a note in a bottle
It has value like no other
It’s like a long-lost brother

It’s the poems left on the wayside
I love those
I love the value lost in life
I enjoy something more

It’s that age-old uncorking
It’s that exquisite aging process
It’s that delightful waiting
It’s that timeless shore

I’ll take my time
It’s best to wait, it’s often better
I’ll take the fine wine and cheese
I’ll wait, I’ll live