the way our eyes locked
and the times we yearned to talk
bringing half-concealed smiles,
fleet poundings in our chests,
and sudden hail of lovely emotions enkindling
as if a sphere enveloped
the two of us
–only the two of us–
with something, perhaps, yet unconfessed.
in vulnerability we dread
so that mutual emotions we conceal.
in rejection and hurt we preempt
so that honesty we arrest.
something, perhaps, that might have been
something, perhaps, we fear in breadth unfathomable
shunned the truth from unfolding
and dissolved our hopes irreparable.
but know that it hurts me
that you deserve better.
know also that despite this,
I love you.
it’s probably just me.
because I dove and fell too deep
but you didn’t.
(April 24, 2017)