I wonder if you realize that I have nothing left to say...
that I have been standing here waiting
for inspiration to take hold,
catching my breath with your
every word
for far too long,
and draining my life source
with every stolen glance...

I wonder if you realize that I have become 
a fixture in this place
only hoping that I might reach
beneath the surface to find 
glimpses of the real you...
the person I’ve been dying
to become acquainted with...

I wonder if together we can 
ever look into each others eyes
and not be afraid of what we find there...
I can tell that I am not alone in what I am feeling
yet I know not what to say, 
or how to prove...
I catch you watching me every now
and then
and it takes my breath away
and I can only yearn for
the sweetness that follows...
but until I have the nerve,
or until life ceases the frenetic
pace of chaos,
we will be pondering
what ifs and discussing
politics and religion
forever. . .