I see you within reach, only several feet from my distance but my legs are unable to close the gap. Frozen where I stand , fighting hard to pull the words back onto my tongue. If never to voice what my heart screams, I've all but given up this slowly lost battle. As I sit here, looking at you, tears well up in my clear blue eyes. I want to tell you all I've kept locked away for the passing year. To tell you 'I miss you' would hardly even scratch the surface. As we make a joke, I look into your eyes and I'm 'back there' again. I'm in your arms again. But when I open my eyes again I know I'll be back here, sitting in this seat, writing this and looking. Looking into your beautiful eyes. The way you keep your composure when everything is sour. Always having your 'poker face' on. After all, I learn from the best
Grass Isn't Always Green .
March 12, 2010