Ron Stultz
Keep myself busy
but doesn t help much.
You always here
inside me.
My mind
My heart.
I saw you.
The you, buried so deep
by so much.
Saw you.
Felt you.
Touched you.
Can not forget.
Don t want to forget.
Blue.
Sad.
But can t show you.
Mustn t.
You can t feel the way I do.
You been too long another way.
I understand.
But understanding does not help.
What was I doing?
Why did you go, come, along?
I reach out.
Touch your face.
See you smile.
Why do I torture myself?
You say you do not want to hurt me
and then
you do
again
and again.
Wish I could be
half-way
with you.
Just a friend
but I can t.
Must forget
your name,
your smile.
The you I saw
Must keep myself busy.