Tuesday, March 18, 2008
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"Looking at You ..."
I look at you quietly thinking,
words so many dare I speak.
Return my stare, hear you wondering
hints of solitude do I seek?
None I say but truth be told,
through too few years of feelings forlorn
Fears are mine I’ve become too old,
soon I fear see your stareful scorn.
Beseeching you in words unspoken
through moments of closeness when none more
leave me lonely yet desirous
whether we'll be again as time before …
It’s not my fault when life changes,
hard to say and for you to hear.
My body shakes, my speech stumbles.
What hope is there for us this year?
I think back in hours abandon,
gaity, laughter together we spent
Our posture now is so different,
my new life has become as I resent.
How we were is no longer
passionate kisses, our bodies aflutter,
holding you then as mine alone,
leaves many questions slow to utter.
Alan D. Busch