
pride.


My heart is a fountain of love that will never run out, replenished by the memories of your affection, the present moments of connection, and the anticipation of future interactions.
tomorrow, look into my eyes.
they will speak and say
"how happy i am
to see you today".
There are times when a vision I’ve seen in a dream becomes true in waking time; and times when a vision I’ve had awake becomes true in a dream.
(Yes, our hands did touch exactly the way I had imagined just the other day).
The minutes pass by, people come and go. My eyes are alert, looking for signs of you. But I wait, and disappointed do I grow When I understand that today, I am doomed to keep missing you.
When I return to the room, my eyes look for you before anyone else – they like to see you, my eyes, and know where you are. I find you standing near a table, speaking with two or three other people. I feel too shy and awkward to join you and interrupt your conversation, so I discreetly walk to the opposite side of the room. I shall behave as if I had no feelings, as if I was not itching all over to be nearer to you, to tell you how amazing you are and how much you inspire me. I shall pretend there is nothing extraordinary about you, and that you are to me what everyone else in this room is to me: merely someone I happen to barely know. I shall pretend all this with success, for I have had to act in this dishonest way for so long and so often. No one shall know of my feelings – not even you.

i feel like a fragile leaf
still (somehow) hanging from a branch;
should the direction of your love
ever change direction
i would not be strong enough
to continue hanging on
and i would slip, and fall,
and fall,
and
fall.
Some people intuitively know how to make you feel loved. These people are a miracle.

I had a vision as you walked past of my hand extending, reaching out to give yours a squeeze, ever so gently as a way to tell you goodbye, ever so silently.