A Poem to You

10/17/06

Sunlight filters through

Golden leaves

Falling,

Falling through mind and body.

Resting on tendrils

Of broken thoughts,

Yet to be completed.

I want, I long, I need.

What?

Finish what you start—

But is honesty the best policy?

I want—

To hold you, to love you, to be beside you—forever.

I long—

To be with you, to be in you, to see your face as you come.

I need—

To be held, to be wanted, to love and be loved.

I finished what I started.

Is honesty the best policy?

Shall I speak these words

To her endearing face?

Shall I speak these words

And watch her face change thought?

Shall I speak these words

And watch her eyes shifting,

Grasping for a hold

On the words I speak so truly?

Shall I?

Or should I wait,

Wait for her to make the first move?

She has made it already—

But is it the move that I

Want, Long, Need?

Or is it merely a move of

Close friendship,

And nothing more?

Breaking my heart,

Scattering its pieces

As the sunlight is

Scattered by ever-falling leaves?

I Want,

I Long,

I Need—

You.

Too terrified to speak aloud,

I write these things to you

And hope for a joyful response,

But is it too much to ask for?

Can you feel the same?

Will I frighten you

Away into the

Sun-filled leaves

Never to hear from you again?

Or are you just as terrified,

Waiting for me to

Speak and voice the

Desires

I harbor, you harbor?

If only I knew,

Darling,

What you were

Wanting, Longing, Needing.

I would do it.

If only I could look into your

Eyes

And read your

Soul.

If only reading you

Was as easy as seeing

The leaves

Falling to the ground

In gentle thought.

If only,

Darling,

You read this,

This poem to you

And believe its simple words

And know that they speak true.

I want you,

I long for you,

I need you—

Do you

Want me?

Long for me?

Need me?

Darling,

This poem to you.