It's been
six years,
hasn't it?
Six years of
yearning,
six years of
looking
at your back,
at your name,
six years of
a heart-burning
desire,
six years of
Look at me
See me
I am here
for you,
always,
in the shadows
reaching
for the light,
I am wishing
and hoping
for you to notice me
and smile.
Don't look away,
acknowledge
me
who has always,
always,
been treading lightly
upon your glory
with lonely
pride.
He gave me
unrepeatable, unfathomable
moments-
rather He
gave us
one-sided hope,
but
for the first few
times
I ran
and ran
from the daunting
pressure of your presence,
but on a day of sorrow
I finally
stood
tall,
straight,
facing you,
facing the past,
never
ever
forsaking
either
and I finally said
a little
of what
I want to say
to you.
And, yes,
I am stuck
in the past.
Your smiles
are brilliant
and far,
so far that
I will
never
reach,
not
even a tiny bit.
I am stuck
in dusts of time
simply wanting
to reach out a hand
and grasp
the lingering
air of yours,
and perhaps
do you get
that now?
My obvious
life,
can you
read me now?
My questions,
will you answer me now?
For the possiblity,
the hopes
of the future
give me
life.
And you,
talented, powerful, strong
handsome, kind, unique
you,
I long for a day
where I'll open
my arms
and capture the wind,
ever escaping,
and I'll finally
finally
say,
yes
I will say
the words buried
deep in my heart,
buried under six years
of hope,
of despair,
of you.
Now I'll
finally
say them to you
and perhaps,
perhaps
you'll understand them,
you'll understand
me.
Nothing
needs to be reciprocated
Simply a little nod,
a little happiness,
a little of that smile,
then
you could
forgive,
and maybe never
forget.
And I would be
set free
from the
warm, constricting
chains
that bound me,
unconditionally,
to you.
