Feelings forbidden by circumstance self-inflicted.
Each encounter an act of denial;
Every meeting a study of self control.
Stolen glances, touches, and innuendo
Juxtaposed against lost opportunities.
Knowledge of what could have been,
Should have been,
Yet mutually understood.
One man’s failures,
An ending for sure,
But also a potential beginning for another.
Pushing aside fear and hesitation,
His soul is lain bare.
So many words,
So many emotions,
All creating a cacophony of thought
All but futile.
Stammering, stumbling for syntax,
He searches for the words
To say that which he yearned to say
Every time their eyes met.
While words fight to fail him,
His intent is conveyed nonetheless,
At last, he was able
To say it aloud,
To scream it at the top of his lungs,
And make his feelings known.
No longer in secret.
No longer hidden by facade.
Her first instinct is to run
As if fleeing the scene of a crime.
And a crime it may be,
For a dream lay dying
As she walked away.
A dream long held
In a heart now broken.
Though known to have been possible,
Was never imagined to unfold this way.
Not like this.
Watching her turn and leave,
All but dismissing his existence
As he petitioned his case.
With ears gone deaf,
Her words of rejection
Came far too easily,
like weapons kept at the ready.
And all he could do
Was watch her drive away.
Across the dozens of years he had known her,
Hope had remained
Buried deep within
That they would,
Now, for the first time,
He was face to face
With the knowledge