Perched on the edge of her gaze dying to fall in
I want her to look at me, that way, yes
the way I let myself look at her
for precious, brief seconds when
I am weak and there is no reason
to hide because there is no one
seeking, really.
Those foolish, hopeless
romantics,
oh it is so easy to
become one of them
one of the hands-clasped,
face-guarded lovers
who love from afar
and need not risk
her heart’s safety
or my own
There is no pretense here,
only a careful distance
the moment will come
one day, if it is right
and if it is not
it will, surely, fade
away. Surely,
it will go.
narinda heng 