RESIGNATION

I do not think of you

Because I fear I might love you more.

I do not tell you how I feel

Because I hate to be vulnerable.

I do not call you on lonely nights

Because my pride adores the walls I’ve built.

But I see you in my dreams

And I want to hold your hands at dawn’s call.

I grin when I read your text

And I hope that you can hear my giggles.

I worry when your face is creased

And I want to dissolve your gloom in my palm.

This morning I looked through my window:

I watched the rain pour in torrents

I observed the fog it left on the shut glass

I have now resigned myself to this torturous truth-

I can only watch, I can’t feel you.