Art

I used to watch mesmerized as your penical flew across the paper.

As your hands flinted here and there 

Creating a picture, a face, a hand, a place 

Where I was me and you were you where we could be free

I'd blush when I felt your eyes on me studying, capturing something only you could see

I looked on as your random lines turned into something meaningful

As your lines turned into me

Your many hearts and holding hands

Always for and of me

Always from the heart

You watched over my shoulder 

As my hands created different lines, but art just the same

You'd read my lines and many stanzas with a smile 

A twinkle in your eyes 

Now I watch from afar 

Afraid to see you just in case

What is decides to become what was 

And I become a piece of your past

I just want to make us last 

But I'm afraid 

Afraid to get hurt

So I'd rather ride past your job instead of going in to speak to you

And it hurts 'cause you're so close 

So close yet so far

I look in my notebooks and reread the stanzas you read over my shoulder 

The lines written just for you