I don´t know why I am not able to look at him <br />What if I could do without this seriousness? <br />And see him face to face. <br /> <br />At dinner I can feel him <br />Sitting behind <br />And then, suddendly, his laughter, <br />That way to use the spoon. <br /> <br />I spend chosen moments <br />Waiting for him to pass by, <br />Cigarette and smile. <br /> <br />It is tough to play this game of silence <br />This tension on my dreams <br />This fear all the time. <br /> <br />I feel I am clumsy <br />And I don´t want to be a girl any more <br />Why can´t I focus on what´s good for me, <br />On what´s possible? <br /> <br />Another poem to see him from behind <br />A piece of chalk writing on the board <br />Some homework for tomorrow.... <br />which home would that be? <br /> <br />And then we´ll try to build good sentences <br />To say what we think clearly <br />And be brave....<br /><br />Luis Gil de la Puente<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2-getting-fixed/
