May 20, 2016
I long for her more than anything Staring from across the room Laughing together with her beautiful friend foreheads pressed close together Enamored in conversation. I realize then, alone with my thoughts and desperately wanting not to be That we are nothing more to each other than our differences. Age Skin Temperament Experiences how effectively she keeps me at arm's length. She is all quiet, crooked smiles And vague pleasantries I reach out time and again In bursts of vulnerability And I try to find some sort of feeling in her dark eyes But this only makes me more aware of the blue in my own Yet another minuscule degree of separation. freedom from this feeling that we are hopelessly unalike Never seems to come.
