the stars don't shine so brightly anymore
and the sky is no longer the painted canvas it used to be.
each new stroke combines with the last
creating a mess of confusion.
your words seem stained
with the achings of old sorrows,
and each passing breath brings forward new uncertainties.

The heavy beating of your heart drowns the silence..
it seems too loud to bear.
the wind recites the notes I'm too scared to play myself.
cravings that have long since passed
resurface
bringing forth childhood fears.
why am I still afraid?

your sense of presence is overwhelming.
the tension drips away
while I breathe in the moment
that will end almost as quickly as it began.
our not-so-awkward silences imply the blatant truth
when can I be close to you again?

 
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