Someday in Love

It's a sound that I've come accustomed to
so dull and yet so filling.
So sharp and at the same time it is smooth and calming
to those who are experiencing it with you.
The sound of a kiss.
The transfixing swirling pools of an anchoring sullen
omen.
It pulls me in and I fall
every time, for it's lies.

"Not good enough. Not you."

I don't know him yet.
But I will.