End of the Week| Another Poem

Heather Baker, and My Obsession With Fire

I.

Life may keep us down.

We may continue to seek what we’ll never get,

But never forget that sometimes giving up isn’t an option.

Reasons are fears when we only imagine why we’re even here.

II.

“Just picture her face…

How she talks…

How she walks…”

I can see everything that she is,

Even if she barely knows me.

It’s sad, but

Sometimes I can’t help but feel

That such beauty begets something overwhelming.

My eyes can peer into the layers beneath the detestable mask

She lets others see so avidly.

Such eyes can see the aura that peeks out

From beneath them all.

It tells me that something special exists in her soul.

If only she would knowingly show me the depth that lay beneath,

But—

No—

I could never be so lucky.

All that's shown is the simple view

From far away

Of something that will fade more

As others bring about its decay.

“Just picture her face…

How she talks…”

All I see is

How she walks

So far away

From me.

~Alex