Confessions, I confess, are not my strength,
yet every time I see your blue-sky eyes,
I feel the universe pause and catch its breath
as I have often forgotten to.
It is difficult to exist in the world
with this secret locked in me,
and double the challenge of staying open,
although you place your faith in me.
I wonder oftentimes in quiet places
what cosmic good I did to tip
Fortune's favored scales enough
to bring you close to me.
And yet, this aching distance remains
between what I am and what I wish,
whether because my words mute become
or our stars simply do not align.
Still, I would rather go on feeling
the pain in hopes of tasting sweetness,
than return again to the emptiness
where no hope or longing sits.
They say those who love are blind,
but never have I seen you more clearly
than when we are alone walking
amidst the shadows of both my and your abyss.
