Across the Room
Sitting here
Across the room
Really not sure what to do
I’ve spent a whole life waiting
For you
Our eyes meet
I wonder
Do you realize
Do you realize that behind these hazel eyes
Is the world as it should be
Blocked out by pain
I’d forgotten my song long ago
It wasn’t until you
That I remembered
You slipped into my life
And in your wake I heard a faint melody
It was the song of my soul
My soul was brought back to life
By the intoxication of your presence
You think that I don’t see
The quick glances my way
Sometimes I look up
And my hazel eyes meet yours
Your blue-grey eyes the color of the deepest soul-
If deep souls had a color-
You look away
But never quick enough
Not quick enough to deny the something that fills the space between us
The something you can’t understand
So you don’t acknowledge
You refuse to admit
To examine
To accept
To believe
You always stand just a bit too close
Laugh just a bit too hard
Stare just a bit too long
Care just a bit too much
I have seen the passion
That would permeate our lives
I have seen the compassion
That would define our touch
But I feel only the pain of the space between
What could be and what things are
You pretend to be chivalrous
Citing boundaries and responsibility
We both know you’re scared
You’re scared to admit and to take a chance
Because this might be it
Because maybe the fairy tale isn’t true
Maybe real life and true happiness
Is only me and you
Maybe there is no knight
Maybe the horse needs a bath
Maybe there is no princess
Maybe there is no happily ever after
But what if
What if this is it
What if instead of all that
What if there was life
And passion
And adventure
And learning
And laughs
What if the heart beating quick
Comes later rather than at the beginning
What if the infatuation came second
And the real love came first
So what if our hearts beat steady
And what if this friendship was all it took
To make the world feel safe
To make it all feel right
What if we allowed those glances to grow
Would that really be so bad
But that’s not the point of this conversation
The one I’m having in my head
Pretending it’s with you
These are things I will never directly say
Because I’m afraid of losing you
I love you
But you don’t really care
I’m pretending I’m not dying
I’m faking a smile
So you don’t see
All because you mean the world to me-Kimberly Morgan
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