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.