The voice
Laced with latency
Filling my mind with your agency
Taking my heart to your vacancy
Reminding me occasionally
Feeling your newfound saliency
Your aura has now taken me

Lost in my writing you peered
Left me my devices but neared
She wanted to know
How I love her so
But she doesn’t know what I’ve cleared

She wanted a poem to her
And out this one came in a blur
And yet she won’t know
How I love her so
For previous ones I am sure

I hope she can see what I see
How she’s so important to me
Just please let her know
That I love her so
And how my heart belongs to just she

Ghosts of prior friends in waiting
Haunting, shrieking as I pass
Serving as a stark reminder
That I built my house from glass

Under watchful eyes I whisper
Only loud enough for you
Speaking unconditionally
Hoping it reflects My truth

Even with your reassurance
I can’t help but second guess
Do I actually belong here
Is this why my heart confessed

Slowly jealousy controlling
Feeble mind is wearing thin
Cast out from the iron table
Waiting to be let back in

The savior of the strings
The blade that softly stings

This used to be about you

I wiped it all away

Like the rain from a windshield

Your poem, my dismay

And yet with it still gone

And all the memory cleared

You will haunt this poem now

Exactly as I feared

The chill of wind
Mixed with the heat of passion
Leaves a whirlwind of emotion
With nothing behind

The uprooting breeze
Which had grown to enormity
Was sweeping away
The hopes of my dreams

Yet whilst my gaze
Still lies on you in the depths of night
Allow me to dance with you
Along the mist of fantasy