Hour 3: Reticence

I see you true

I caught a glimpse

of the soul you hide behind your eyes

 

I saw you see me, too

 

You seem a dream

A cruel mirage

and yet you are the one who grounds me

 

So too, I hope

there must be something holds you here

 

You give me strength

with strength you show

when edges of the world do graze you

 

It does not hurt

you try to lie

but

your voice betrays you

 

This I wish:

The words to speak

and a voice to speak them

 

And this I fear:

That you might fade away and I might miss you

I hesitate

unknowing

if it would not be meet to kiss you

 

Allow me this:

A fingertip

My being focused fully to this single point in space

 

Let me reach you

Give me grace

to trace the salty paths the past has left upon your face

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