A hope, too much expected

Dare I sit here and cry? For what? Ugh the feelings
that roll over me is unbelievable. Why? Why? Why?
Is all that I scream inside head.

A tall order I supposed. Requesting too much? Hmm
no worries Jehovah has his girl. Tears and all. Splotchy
red streaked freckled face. Watery blue eyes.

Oh how do I just let it go? Why am I even crying? Oh I
know, it must be a "Mary moment". Yes do what you
do best walk away or turn back facing me.Oh
grandness it is to receive silence when a comforting
voice or hug is really all I needed.

So sitting here chiding self for not motioning, speaking
of anything. Just allowing the collected me fall apart
when no one is looking. Typical. I really do hate me
being that emotional female. To be nervous and
unable to show, speak up. Timid to say least, yes.

Conscience is now reining in that irrational heart.
Tying up and placing into a box. Locked up.

So my dear friend, yes, one look would have been
nice. None is hurtful. Oh well. You didn't know I was
expecting anything tonight because of the radiance
song and dance given in a previous poem.

Every single time, yes, I hope for one piece of
quirkiness from you. Next time?

So for now say good night to that nasty "Mary
moment".