THESE PAST FEW WEEKS
I've idly observed your essence morph from my dreams to my thoughts
unconsciously seeking what shouldn't be sought
In my mind's eye I see your smile beckoning thru the dreamy mist that I now know was just my apprehension
then wonder if your recent absence is really your intention
Is it my fault for loving the thought of loving my forbidden fruit?
Is that the reason when my Apple doesn't call I'm destitute?
Is it because the vision of my Apple that only invaded my dreams
is now pert of my conscious longing... but she's not longing for me?
I yearn to be included; but am I just convoluted?
Am I just something for her to do- or worse, someone she wants nothing to do with?
I address her as Love, not as a title or name
but because she personifies it... does she not feel the same?
At the risk of losing Love before having it at all
I email my emotions instead of giving Love a call.
Alas, my heart rifts every day we don't speak
Fore my Apple's become my Love withing these past few weeks.
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