The second poem of three...?

Question

YOU ARE ONE
You are one of those people
who makes my heart skip a beat,
who will only stand and
watch from the other side of life.

You are one who walks on by and never turns back.
It makes me keep asking myself
if where I am is a big mistake,
if it is just another case of getting lost.
Should I plan my escape or leave without a trace.

You are one who gives me strength and hope.
Being with someone like you
is a road I never dare walk on.

Stay like this.
Keep your eyes on me.
Hold your breath for me.
Talk to me.
Make me smile.

Do what you are doing now.
Opening up to you is a path I never dare explore.

You are one who stays in my memory
and gets misplaced in my heart.

You are one who I hope is not my last chance
or I can never forgive myself for letting you slip.
xoxo

Answer 1

YOU ARE ONE
who wrote the poem--

maybe the first crocus
in spring, for you,
stars after rain,
an oboe solo
in a symphony,

a moment of insight,
a self you could see,
clarity beyond
obscurity;

for your friends,
maybe even
the one you address,
who walks on by
and never turns back,

maybe a message
they need to hear,
a still small voice,
a distant whisper,

maybe an echo
from another life
or just some noise
(so much ado)
along some crowded
avenue.

For me, alas,
to read these lines
is to trespass
on private space,
to overhear
and emphathize

and wish you well,
in silence, yes,
and pass on by--

only lines,
a private memo,
a sigh, a whine,
without design,

neither crocus
oboe,
nor stars that shine
after a storm,

no, not a poem,
for anyone
except yourself
and those who know
and care
about you
and may-

be even
someone who stays
in your memory
or gets misplaced . . . .

What you've written
you shouldn't erase,
couldn't--
let it slip,

but, forgive me,
I can
and will.


Blip.