Invisible Crush

Your hair is tousled
from the wind
(you are late again to class)
and yet, somehow,
the strands remain
unshaken
and beautiful

This is how you are in all ways -
Hands, eyes, voice, scent

Even your stance
(apologizing to the teacher)
is steady, strong
uniquely you
wherever you are -

but most of all,
and most evident,
(especially now)
you are who you are
in the way you smile.

All these things I notice.

All I notice, I measure
from a distance
(four desks behind)

Tell me,
(not that you know my name)
do you believe that bit
(the teacher said)
about the tree in the forest?

I wonder.

If I open my mouth
and you don’t hear,
do I make a sound?

Tessa (feonua) | Jan 16, 10

Quiet

I can feel the silences.

When she walks away and
forgets to look back
one last time – I

can feel the silence.

And, invisible, when he
flits upon a memory of my
face and leaves – I

can feel
the silence.

It’s not the weight of hurt
or the weight of alone but

the weight of quiet.
The weight of words being
invisible or never

existing.

Brina (rinabell) | Jan 9, 10