Will you never be the last to hear?
That I've hummed a quiet sonnet for some ages now
Heavier just as you wisp me by
And capturing every wondering glance but deep brown yours
It cannot be – though I never insisted it –
That my blood hasn't spilt where you walk
But I never meant to dirty your sole
I only wanted that you would reach the beach before me
I can’t help but feel that somebody knows,
Though I've taken my tongue disheartened captive,
For I've sung it to them a thousand times – you and everybody –
That it’s not my fault I love you
And that I hurt of missing you
Even before you've kicked off from shore