Anonymity

The complications of missing her

Do not escape me.

I miss that smell, that softness.

That tiredness in her eyes,

The one she always fights and

Perhaps.. doesn't know why.

She has all these words waiting to be said

And refuses to say, until her mind

Passes them through a needle's eye.

But they will be left uncomposed,

They are made of the thinnest silks

Their ends are split and frayed.

Even her movements are punctuated

By a sadness I can't define, by a need

To avoid sleep every night.

But the dedication and depth of thought

That saw these words wrought,

Will not be lost in actions towards her,

Or in the expressions of my gratitude.

I will give her the silences she needs.

May she fill them with her gestures,

her somethings her nothings her dreams

And find something beautiful

From our acquaintance as short, or long

As it might be.

Because you are she,

And you have already shown

Emotions thought no longer there,

And given affections and attentions

Undeserved.

You are selfless, kind and lovely

And all the while ask for nothing,

But to be embraced in anonymity.

Perhaps, you need no longer fight tiredness,

If you take the silences you need

And in wordless moments confess

The reasons you are scared of sleep.