One is the agonizing ache of unrequited love, the other is the depth of experience when feeling cut off. It seems we are constantly wrestling with one form of isolation or another.
Secret Admirer by Jude Itakali
Is it your smile
that dazzles me
The softness of your voice
that comforts me
The light in your eyes
scrying my future joys
Am I selfish
for thinking you are the answer
Presumptuous
for dreaming you can want me too
I’d like to tell you-
I’m under your spell
I’d like to speak my mind
with the melody from my heart
I’d like to say, I love you
But I cannot
Lest I spook and alarm
For already,
You are too precious to lose
And a little bit of you
Is better than none at all
Paramour of dreams
Peculiar with perfection
My heart surrenders
betrothed and bound to love you
Meant to be, Never to be
Cut off
A blanket black
Between us none can see
A box the walls of a prison
Close in
Stifle
Alone in the box fear rising
No one to hear a cry
Awareness stings
Of life
Outside
The box people
Living lives chattering
Unaware of the person in
The box
Beside
Them dying gasping for breath one
Breath but it is too late
A corpse lies dead
Staring