When I see you across the room
you never look at me
but in my mind I am holding you
with all the passion of my dreams.
When we converse, surrounded by the world,
notice how close to you I stand...
Sometimes we run out of words
and in the slightly awkward pause
I think I sense from your eyes
a wistfulness, disguised,
a longing that you will not show.
Does neither of us dare?
When the time presents itself,
I promise myself,
I will.

November 15, 1987

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