Oh, how my heart aches with such sweet sorrow. Your presence in these thoughts of mine, bring forth something so sweet.
Kneeling to inhale a freshly bloomed rose in the break of spring is what you are. A rose you are my love. A character I face many times a week. Oh, how you cause my knees to go weak and my hands shaky.
Oh, what sweet sorrow when for just a moment, your wrists touches mine. When your fragrance sways my way. For just a moment, our spirits become aligned. The same breath is taken from this dream that stands still. For a moment, it all becomes real.
Then the noise settles in. The pace surrounding now back in motion. The cloud my heart rest on vanishes. Only now hanging from a thread of hopeful thought. Did he enter into that realm along with me? Or was I alone in my travels?
Oh! But his eyes say so much, yet nothing at all! Can it be all I see is my own reflection in those glossy eyes staring back at me?
- Josephine M. Zeceña
I'll always wonder what might be if we verbally expressed longing for each other
I was a hair late. Those mere hours were enough for her to put me on the back burner, And move someone else to the front. I was left wanting, waiting, and waning.
Yes, we will exchange pleasantries, And even embrace on occasion. But the embraces will be nothing more than reminders of how platonic I am, Or how pathetic I've become.
The wayside by which I stand cannot be overcome by merely remaining hopeful. Yet, the time for action has passed. Though I still pine like the ghost of Neruda.
This is about a coworker I developed some feelings for. I said nothing for months. I finally did and she let me down very easy. Nice gal. Still friends to this day. Though, we got together for one night after this.