The Shy One

[romantic sweetheart]

I am not easily amused, but you amused me.

At the party, when the people roared with laughter.

You stood and observed them, and you looked

Very young, with your paper cup in your right hand

And your left hand holding the edge of the table.

 

I sat down in the corner of the room and watched

The people, but I noticed you first, before anyone else

Noticed you. There isn't reverence anymore for beautiful

Things, so I revere what I find beautiful, and you were

Beautiful. You hadn't been aware of that for too long.

 

You were the shy one, the last remnants of innocence still

Making you shy, and so I wanted to adore you.

I don't always approach people; most people trouble me.

But you were like crystal, to be viewed from a respectful distance

And touched ever so slightly, while murmuring. "Isn't that lovely?"

 

I walked past your gentle form and looked straight into

Your eyes, said nothing, but just smiled a happy smile.

I found a thrill in your response, a bowing of your head

Into the shy, baffled smile that curved up your delicate mouth.

That is all I needed, just to affect you in that timeless way.

 

When the music started, the rest of the people moved away

From their loud conversations and commenced awkward

Dances that turned bolder as the wine flowed through.

Your body leaned toward them, holding itself back

But flowing into them nonetheless, your quiet presense.

 

And so I only saw you just this once, saw the entire you.

As I left the party, I looked back and saw your young face

Looking out over the crowd, searching for something or

Someone. When I couldn't see you anymore, I stood still

Outside the doors, and folded my arms together against the cold.

 

The sounds of the party, muffled and passionate, followed me

To my car. I climbed inside and closed the door, then turned

One more time to see if you had come outside searching for me.

Was it me you were looking for? I will never know.

I returned home, to my small bed, and the view from the second floor

 

Turned out the light and pressed my hands to my eyes.

As the smoke and the music and the moving limbs whirled

Out of view, revealing your young face, like another sun

Over many words and doubts, reminding me of warm wine

That softened my limbs and made me happy to be alive

 

I pulled the covers up to my chin, which trembled with sorrow

Sorrow that found its proper place as a welling-over of desire

For things that never happened, but should have

And words that never were mentioned, but might have

 

If tomorrow I cannot remember so well the curve of your smile

If the happiness I felt for just a moment won't be as intense

After I silence my alarm and step into the clothes of the day;

If your lost and longing look cannot conjure up the pang of my solitude

And the tender sorrow I feel for you and your beautiful life

Then I can say I never lived, or loved, or felt human at all.

[unicornq]

romantic sweetheard, this is so great. You showed the mixed feelings well.

 

And this poem makes me miss my crush, who always sat at the corner of the room observing people.

[DN]

Well done - excellent.

[romantic sweetheart]

Thank you for reading..thoughtfully and feelingly...

[darkblue]

Phenomenal: Detailed and heartfelt.

You have a talent.

[ShySoul]

Beautiful. Emotional. Exquisite. Superb.... I can't come up with enough adjectives to say how great it was.

 

It is the shy one in the corner that holds an allure and a beauty that most don't see. Always good to know there are people who can see and apprecaite it.