Treacherous Whispers

I remember it all

I remember it all about you

how my curiosity was aroused

when you used to utilize your space

it was always the New York Times

those old English text

were you from another planet?

a high tendency, possibly

wasn't too eager, but

I concurred in silence



An illusion, constructed ——


I remember

that frame, so petite

one that I can sense from a sea of crowd

one that I know, if I saw in a foreign street

I would run

as if I've lost my mind


I would run for you





A flashback, rewound ——


fruits or nuts, for cereal

I asked

both

you answered

sounded authoritative

sounded bold, with a tinge of arrogance

clean and precise

like your art


I was intrigued, captured

like a deer, with multiple antlers

in a forest, covered in snow






all about you

as I step forward

all about you

as I had my head turned

wouldn't it be better

if I chose to remain stagnant

in the first place

wouldn't it be better

if I admire you from afar

even if I had my eyes opened

if I didn't get to know this much about you

if I didn't have to find so much of your

pieces along the way

if I didn't have to find out how,

or what I can do about them












it hurts

when I extract myself out of the picture

that feeling

as if your heart shrunk half its size








I wept,

for you are too beautiful

painstakingly beautiful


as I held myself arrested