Love Poem #2

it is when i see
you facing a
window
alone and
silent that
i begin to
think of
a love poem

i could have
been the
window beside
you where
you put your
hands

or the road
outside
where you
put all your
gaze

and i could
have loved
the position
of the sun
early that
morning
feasting on
your face

in times
like these
i make a
series of heaves
of sighs
like i am
short of air
wanting to
be at your
side but then

the walls between
us have said
it all: it is simply
impossible

even
for you to read
this love poem
that i have
just written.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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