words

she’s inches away
dancing on the edge of reason,
speaking in a language i can’t recall,
drifting in and out of focus,
always throwing me spirals yet
never letting me catch them.

she is a silhouette of possibility
sending premature shivers through me,
never listening to the others
she trusts my strange eyes
and she is always in my mind.

just one more second of vision,
one last glance at what could be
before that flame flickers out
and leaves me empty once more,
longing for the change of seasons.

i’ll always remember her face
and the curves of her body,
every last one of her,
i’ll always be true to her
but she’ll never know me.

-S.C. Martinez