I turned from you
Time, and time again
We couldn't, shouldn't be
You, taken, and
Me, a broken, withered soul, yet
In your drunken, misty, haze
In the darkness, quiet
You asked to kiss me

I cried, because of that,
Don't you realize, but you don't.
I wanted, but couldn't, shouldn't
And now, you are free, in the sense
That kissing me, isn't a sin
Yet still, here, couldn't, shouldn't
Perhaps, except, in shadow

I tried to turn again,
And then that night
You held me close, your soft
Breath, on my cheek
Your touch, imprinted,
Then, just then, I thought,
perhaps we could, should,
Perhaps, you'd kiss...
But no

Suddenly, it's your turn to turn
Away, while still so near
Your words, just questions,
Tingle, in my ear

The Ache in my heart,
A constant reminder of
Your blue marbles, that swallow me
A fool, who couldn't, shouldn't
And yet, I love you,
The quiet, hidden, secret kind
That no one knows
The kind that couldn't, shouldn't,
But does.