Once again, I am in danger
Of repeating years old mistakes.
The winter air has made
My hands old and rough, but
My real age is betrayed
By this childish attachment.

I play rash Icarus to
Her mesmerising Sun, and
I fear for my wings.
This time I may land
Even harder than the
Last time I fell to Earth.

Why do I try so hard
To find fault in
All I say? Why do I let
Waiting become so painful?
Perhaps I am determined to
Prevent myself from
Simply enjoying her friendship.

There is still much I do not
Know; much about which I
Can speculate, but very little
I really need to know. Yet
I allow the unknown to
Become a fear that
Paralyses my heart.

She appears to be the cause,
Yet I know the pain is
Self inflicted, and that
She could never hurt me
Nearly as much as I can.

My only hope is that
Recognition of the signs will
Prompt me to change course.
To stay airborne I must
Resign myself to
Admiring her from afar.

03/05/2008

Posted on 03/09/2008
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