Sunday, July 25, 2010

Hidden

The words
I long to speak to you
linger in the spaces
where you can not hear them.

Jut beyond the reach
of your ears
is where they hide.

The moment we hang up the phone,
the second you walk away;
those words silently fall
from my lips,
crashing to pieces at my feet.

My heart breaks to know
what we can not be
as I watch you
share your affections with another,
wishing it were me.

I long for the days before you,
when my heart ached more
for the passions
of creativity and movement;
The truest expressions of my Self,
carefully cultivated and nurtured,
now reduced to an afterthought
in your presence.

I find myself praying for answers;
for a way to navigate through
this friendship
without getting swept up
in the idea of you
and the dream of us.

The answers come, clarity follows;
if only for a short while......
until faced with you
standing before me,
I lose myself once again.


5 comments:

  1. i love our blog,your lines..thank you for the follow and looking forward to reading more of you always..:)

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  2. really well written and depicted the pain really well.liked the idea where the protagonist has that feeling called love but doesn't want to lose a friend as well.keep writing.nice blog.

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  3. love this piece - it takes us places i think we all have been at one time or another - and you take us there so beautifully! great piece!

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  4. I should not be here commenting--but could not resist. This poem articulates precisely what has been eating away at my soul. I am not a girl, but men have these insane happenings inside them, as well? And I had to let you know that I was inspired to click here tonight. Thank you--I do not even know your name. Nameless and shameless is OK for me.

    I listed myself as a follower, and will return.

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  5. Thank you all for your comments! So happy to have you as followers! I have been especially blessed with the inspiration to write this summer after a bit of a dry spell. I can only write when the emotions are overwhelming and spill onto the page. I too love this piece. I'm glad it came to me. :)

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