Self-Indulgence: Simply...Thinking of You!

Thinking of you, thoughts of you so provocatively innocent

If only you knew my heart and who I could be

Maybe it would envelope your heart with the love I have

I would gladly give it and ask nothing in return

Only wanting to listen to you, to see you, to tell you

Words are blocked by a lost soul that just wanders

Not knowing your world seems blasphemous

Being allowed to linger would be best, but doubtful

For the moment I remain enraptured by thoughts of you

Maybe one day my dreams might awaken a certain truth

The truth is what I have always feared, for you are so far away

Must it remain that way, such trepidation to never know

You are often so close, but my heart deems you linger too far away

The unknown is what truly terrifies the essence of me

That you see me and find emptiness as your heart seeks another

I remain your secret aficionado and protector of innocence

One day perhaps clouds will guide your way to forever see my heart
Time always the enemy...I remain silent and still...still thinking of you

Self-Indulgence: Simply...Missing You!

Missing you, dearly missing you.

The time is drawing nearer and no more seeing you.

Oh, but we have only spoken a few times.

But that one special glance was all it took.

I know you know me, but do you know how I feel.

I doubt that you do, you hardly ever reply.

I’ve tried reaching out to you, but my pleas you ignore.

Am I just someone you see every day as you stride by.

Or am I someone you equally like but also cannot approach.

I long to be near you, to see you, to hear you.

I stand alone, silent, never talking, never seen, never close enough.

I don’t know what to do anymore, I am lost.

Maybe fate decreed that you not be a part of my world.

It makes me weak, breaks my heart, and makes me somber.

I will let you go, though sadly, you were never mine.
But I wish you forever love and always to be well.

My days without you won’t soon be easy to cope with – not at all.

For you are not in my life as I had hoped, not even for a stolen second.

One day maybe we will meet again – I do not know - I can hope.

Time cheats us...I continue missing you, dearly missing you.