That day, the breeze held warmth
and the aroma of springs dawning,
you were there, heightening the beauty
with sweet laughter and soft words,
idle chatter, I breathe deeply.
You do not speak truth, though you
do not deceive and offer honest smiles.
The underlying tones of your voice
are revealing, discordant and halting.
You give to me something of which I
had thought the need for long forgotten.
And stole from me the will to deny you
your heart’s desire, but you do not speak
truth and think to convince me you do.
And though I try, I find no way to lift
the burden you hint upon, and I despair.
The breeze was warm that day, the
wind held the aroma of springs dawning.
I came to you in your need, for you,
and for happiness, so that your beauty
could grace this day with luxurious
enchantment...and buried sorrow.
You tell me I am unique, and ask me
to do things with you that never happen.
I will not weep openly before you.
It is true that I do love you, but I will
not tell you this; neither will I tell you
that my heart is dying, without you.
I know that I will lose this, just as I
knew that I would one day find you.
For you love another, through all the pain
he brings, face battered and bruised.
So I linger beside you in the dream, dwelling
in the what ifs and whys, living in the shadow
of a man who does not deserve your love...
The gentle breeze of springs dawning,
not knowing if the tears being shed
are shed for you...or for me.
But I will not tell you this.
Keith E. Sparks Jr.
Copyright © 2004
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