By Andréas Deolinda
Can I write a poem about you?
Lay down every feeling every emotion,
every heart-stopping grip you have on me;
and transform them into words.
Every word matching every sensation.
Will it ease the process?
You’re like a breath of fresh air – yet somehow
you suffocate me and I lose sense of my world.
You provide comfort – Yet somehow I feel misplaced.
You show me kindness – yet you’re still the one thing
causing me the greatest heartache.
You say you care for me but the silence
evokes a sense of loneliness.
It was supposed to be easy wasn’t it?
My walls were high, protected with barbered wires hanging tall;
any breach was almost impossible.
Almost, I say!
There you went and broke down that wall;
that little bit of sanity I held unto.
You broke my defenses,
I am left vulnerable, searching for that daunting
familiar figure in the darkness.
You galloped away under the twilight
one fortnight into the distance.
In silence I watched you take a step further out.
So, here I sit and wait looking across,
wondering if you’ll ever return.
Run back to me with haste,
I am here:
I welcome you boldly.
But I’ll wait
I’ll wait your return;
You’re my weakness
but never will I admit that to you.
Should I write this poem to you?
Do the words on this page mean anything at all?
Seek for me, and you’ll find me right where you left me;
In complete hunger for you