By the way my arms
slide around you
In a longing embrace
of my past?
Can you tell
By the way my voice
echos in hunger--
As I ask of your day--
that I've had a rough life?
Can you tell
By the way my face
Instinctively buries its pitiful surface
On your fancy
that I am trusting you?
Can you tell
By the way my eyes
Have the courage to look
straight into yours as you speak
Because I used to be afraid?
Can you tell
By the way I smile
I notice the avoidance
not only from me,
but life as it is?
Can you tell
By the way I listen
I understand how
you really feel,
ready for a final goodbye?
<3 spontaneous poetic response!
ReplyDelete"Some day,
perhaps on a Monday,
I will hold your hand,
and confirm with myself that you are the one I have been thinking about:
Not perfect, not precise, but everything that I find nice."
~
Oh wait not I misinterpreted...
ReplyDeleteThis poem is negative! D:
...
oh well :D