Stray

Your presence is like gold—
Hard to find and difficult to hold.
You walk with a mean demeanor,
Eyes piercing like an unreflective mirror.

I couldn't hear your thoughts,
Couldn't read your face,
Yet my heart races with your smile’s embrace.

I want to touch you slowly,
Every inch of my fingertips brushing your skin,
Yet you look at me with eyes so dim.

If it means sacrificing my voice to hear your "tone,"
If it takes miles to call you my "home,"
I’d set my feet on the ground to call you my "own."

I wish I had kept that smile of yours to make you stay,
My feelings have pushed you farther away—
Like a cat on the street, I am a stray.

A stray for your affection,
A stray for your touch,
I no longer feel much.

As if a boxer punched my aorta hard,
A realization struck my heart,
Loving you was wrong from the start.