'I wish to be, ' is what was said <br />a sound silently, stealthily inhabiting our night <br />eyes melting on the pillow <br />in the slush snow <br />which were her tears. <br /> <br />'You love me true, ' she said <br />'but if I love you back <br />I lose my soul. <br />No fault of yours <br />you are your dream <br />but with you I can't be mine <br />this is sometimes the way of life, ' she said. <br /> <br />'I wish to be <br />and our trajectories <br />just don't match; <br />your life is so large <br />there is no oxygen left for mine <br />and in the suffocating shadows <br />I try to make my stance <br />only to slowly wither; <br />so now I have to get out <br />while I still have the chance. <br /> <br />And I said to my self <br />silently knowing she would never understand <br />that in leaving thus <br />she did not perceive <br />that she was the sail which launched my ship <br />and the winds breath <br />which propelled us <br />but sadly <br />this was something <br />she could not see, <br />nor believe <br />because she was so obsessed <br />with not believing in her self.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-wish-to-be-2/
