Silent Grip
I think of you
As I watch the water sway back and forth
With fake peace and tranquility.
I watch it,
Wondering,
How you always manage to do it.
Be so close that I can stretch out and touch you
Yet still be so far.
Just like the water.
I bend down and touch it,
Submerging my fingers
In its icy embrace,
Sending millions of tiny ripples
Swimming in all diections.
Always silently running from my grasp.
Never letting me
Get any closer.
Never being able to
Touch the same water...
Or see the same you...
More than once.
I think of you
As I cry my silent tears.
As they merge with the water
I can only hope
That as my tears have reached the water
That I can someday see you.