Little things.
Little glances, little smiles,
all impart great things
to this lonely heart.
Please stop.
Please refrain from whatever it is you do.
Hold back, extend to arm’s length,
keep far from this soul
any offer unspoken.
Do not speak in that voice,
do not see through those eyes,
for all shall bind closer
than is truly sought.
Turn away, disappear from thought,
stay where you are.
Do not smile with those lips,
for all will bring my heart,
closer than you wish it to be.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017