A whistle to contain
The steps I took to look away. Yet frozen, I was to the sidewalk. Stuck. Shocked so giddy. Like a
child in the biggest toy or candy store. You could say that was the affect I gained from being in your presence. It was a adrenaline rush every time. Even the quiet seconds seated on the curved wooden stool.
Say something. Anything. Scream. Yet all I could do was just silently walk away. Only things that remained were sighs and the shrugging of my shoulders.
My eyes were allowed to observe what I liked, wanted. Changes occurred. Happy, I am now, with what I saw but still, there are moments, that I would love to caress the evening breeze you were just in. To be able to breathe deep and enjoy it. Inhale the sweetness of your musky scent.
My mind rolls over what I know. All that I have learned I still see all a hope for some day, to
hold once more but in a different way. Am I wrong to hope? Perhaps but I am not going to be concerned over it. Letting it all settle in the back of my mind.
Oh how I shiver knowing just how much I needed you. Just how much I wanted you to need me in your life. How much I needed your warm whispers over my forehead and in my ear. I even needed the tiny, feathered strokes behind my ears and on my wrists. Ah and so much has changed.
Hmm I dreamed of it over million times yet it is better to hope for a nicer outcome years down the road. For me to no longer need to feel just how damaging your whispers echo chills deep within my soul. Nor just how much a slight touch to my arm excited me. A small miracle to hope for. Perhaps not so demented.
So maybe a small hope. Even a grander scheme of a picture I have yet to understand. And still today I thought I could say hello. I dared myself in a dream.
child in the biggest toy or candy store. You could say that was the affect I gained from being in your presence. It was a adrenaline rush every time. Even the quiet seconds seated on the curved wooden stool.
Say something. Anything. Scream. Yet all I could do was just silently walk away. Only things that remained were sighs and the shrugging of my shoulders.
My eyes were allowed to observe what I liked, wanted. Changes occurred. Happy, I am now, with what I saw but still, there are moments, that I would love to caress the evening breeze you were just in. To be able to breathe deep and enjoy it. Inhale the sweetness of your musky scent.
My mind rolls over what I know. All that I have learned I still see all a hope for some day, to
hold once more but in a different way. Am I wrong to hope? Perhaps but I am not going to be concerned over it. Letting it all settle in the back of my mind.
Oh how I shiver knowing just how much I needed you. Just how much I wanted you to need me in your life. How much I needed your warm whispers over my forehead and in my ear. I even needed the tiny, feathered strokes behind my ears and on my wrists. Ah and so much has changed.
Hmm I dreamed of it over million times yet it is better to hope for a nicer outcome years down the road. For me to no longer need to feel just how damaging your whispers echo chills deep within my soul. Nor just how much a slight touch to my arm excited me. A small miracle to hope for. Perhaps not so demented.
So maybe a small hope. Even a grander scheme of a picture I have yet to understand. And still today I thought I could say hello. I dared myself in a dream.
- I wouldn't dare hope to knock your wind. Just a whistle to contain the moment. Indeed.
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