Maybes

You speak to me in movements

That I want to understand

Afraid I'll find a meaning

Thoughtless and unplanned

How I wish you spoke directly

Openly and real

So I had an affirmation

Of the way you truly feel

But maybe I am hoping

For a semblance, nothing true

Mirage of my desire

Matched, from one to two

As I wait and breathe in maybes

Perfect possibility

My head emits reminders

Of my heart's futility

Yet I cannot yield to logic

In movements of the heart

Wrapped in fire of feeling

Unwilling to depart

I would rather live in hope

That your heart will match my own

Than in constant pessimism

Of feelings yet unknown

And though I sit in limbo

There is comfort in this cloud

Of truth that dwells in silence

Feeling not yet said aloud

Courage, though you came to me

His heart remains unseen

So I'm left here to interpret

What act and word could mean

While I struggle in the wonder

I give thanks to friendship's breath

Knowing when the time is right

Question will meet death

-C. O'Connell-