Anthology of dreams (drownedinwords) wrote, @ 2006-01-25 18:55:00

Cry

I wish I had not seen that little word.
It forces onto me a weight of shame
I have not earned. It is not mine to peer
At all these poems in the dark. Not I.
I have not wooed you, I have not held back
My heart for you. I know not how. You sigh,
And shift your pen. The words no longer march
For you across the page. Your eyes find mine.
You do not know me. I have no right to
Reach out, brush back your hair and let you smile.
These moments with you are not mine to dream.
I cannot help you breathe, or hold you near.
Instead I'll hold this stolen sigh more dear
That could have flowered into quiet tears.