About to Leave
by Sheye Blaze
I see you standing there, about to leave,
and I wander what it is that you want.
I want to stop you and tell just
how it is I feel, but at this moment
I feel so distant. I reach to touch
you, as you stand next to me. Suddenly
you're not there, and I see my hand
pass through you. You do not know
I exist. For while you see me there, you
see an illusion that I can not break, you
not knowing or understanding, I not able
to tell. I don't know how to tell you.
I never again want to know the
pain of losing you like I have
before. I love you, but what does
that entail? I can not give a definition,
nor a meaning.
I want to know you, and you won't
let me. I always thought I was
the distant one. But it seems
you know my pretty well.
Can you tell my why you want
to hurt me? Or why it seems
that you will. . . I want your
love, not a game to be played,
whether you know it or not. I don't want
to have to seek you out every time you get hurt.
You hide from me, and I often can not find you.
You leave me no clues. You leave
me in the cold. I hope that you
remember, I love you.
