Baskadia

The Star

by anon.

Her name mutters

mumbles

whispers through my bones

As if every fiber is surrounded

by her.

Not by choice do I linger.

Not by choice do I listen.

I do not dare speak. She is

e v e r y w h e r e.

She drowns me out, like a Growing

crescendo of genteel manners, smiles , Of fluttering hearts and fleeting ephemeral touches.

And here I stand.

Alone - an eternity away from

your lingering gaze, your gentle,

giving heart.

The stars are my comfort -

the silence my only friend.

Here I wait for you - for her.

Did you ever even listen to me?

Or was my voice but an echo, too distant by far?

Was I ever anything but a distant

star?