"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 as does my speech,

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.