What is it you see when you look at me so?

Those dark eyes so beautiful in their silent

Regard, and I wonder so many things but

Dare not voice them, lest you turn away

From me, the one thing I could not bear

And so I write the occasional letter, just

Overwhelmed sometimes with a love you

May not even want, all of them unanswered

Yet not one of them rebuked, leaving me to

Puzzle the meaning of what I am to you, even

As I accept the fact that you need not answer

At all, I having finally understood, in my secret

Heart, the true st value of a love with no conditions

Placed upon it, a burden I gladly carry with no regret

Save perhaps my inability to shape the words that so

Desperately need to be conveyed in this fumbling

Attempt at soul-forged communication, the means to

Express a feeling much too intricate, powerful, and so

Fundamentally good that I can only give the briefest

Smile for even attempting to consider the possibility of

Trying, and one day gives way to another as we go about

The facets of our lives, seasons turning to reflect the natural

Order of things, until I somehow find myself attempting the

Impossible once more, before a keyboard that almost seems

To mock my endeavors, and be careful, I think, oh be careful

In what I send her way, my best friend, lest she turns her

Back on me, the one thing I simply could not bear…

END

“Impossible Letters”