i love and hate the mystery

the suspense: is it possible? maybe…

at first it was nothing but schoolhouse games

where we could play together with little shame

but it was there and then that kindled the flame

my one-way love our friendship became

when you speak to me now, with others or alone

i feel the rarely tended embers become sparks aglow

i wish that i could tell you all that’s in my heart

my cowardly self won’t let me, so this poem’s my chosen start

~ ~ ~

your eyes, so clear and blue as the sky

your smile, still there

as the days go by

i miss you more than you’ll ever know

as i miss the silence and still

when the cold winds blow

you never leave my mind

your face fills my dreams at night

grow up, don’t go far, and don’t lose who you are

i wish i could tell you outright…

i love you.

{to be continued…}