For i have hidden
so long
behind the comfort of you,
safe from the judgement
of the others
(even when only i, alone,
am watching--
concerned with appearances
and decorum--),
but i never considered your perhaps feelings for me;
i cared only that you felt,
and that i believed in it,
(and that they all had a chance to see--
so that all seemed well enough--
that the tragedy of my indecision,
and the vulnerability of my cowardice,
was no reason for concern).
Hiding behind you,
I was strong.
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