Wendy Ward

I wanted to confess my feelings
the night we laid like spoons
but how could I speak
with you so close to me
I needed just to be in silence

words seemed so vulgar and contrived
unfit to intrude upon our perfect moment
in the present, in your profound absence
I question if I dreamt it all and
what it meant to fall in

unrequited
unrequited
unrequited
love

by Kanya Lyons