Confessions...

I miss him in my busy days, too.

I write poems for him on my busy days, too

Even if I have to trip and fall in order to capture the right words instantaneously 

As they pierce through my heart 

Just like the words you see here... 

Whenever anything happens at all 

(Or doesn't happen) 

I turn inwards secretly to look into his eyes 

I have memorized them 

They reside in my heart along with their fire and ice

With their darkness and light 

And then I sigh 

Always, always 

In plain sight 

I am just a woman 

Loving a man

Alone