His glances cause an emptiness
to flutter its wings in the cavern of my chest.
It’s a strange occurrence,
one I don’t necessarily mind,
that causes a storm to brew
in the valleys of my being.
A terrible forbidden emotion
flaring in this heart of mine,
unbidden, unwanted, yet desperately desired.
In his presence I am comforted,
when I didn’t know I needed it.
Beyond the two confessions I have made already,
not a word to him from these lips will be spoken.
The more that I speak will make it
that much harder to watch him go.
© Johanna Fugitt 2017