Of Me

I look at you and I can’t help but smile
and at the same time I find myself in sorrow,
wondering what it is you think of me.

Just your name is enough to brighten my day
and your voice, your words,
they inspire me.
I want to believe that the clouds will clear
and in that sunlight we’ll find a new day.

You make me feel so bright,
so optimistic and encouraged,
as silly as it sounds.
There is no reason this should be
for we’ve known each other for so brief a time.
And yet it is the truth and
I know I can not lie any longer.

Still I hesitate
and wonder what it is you think of me.

I can not speak for you
even if I felt like trying
for you are something so unique and rare
that I could never pretend to step into your place.

I wish you would speak up
and share what it is you are thinking.
I am far from a mind reader and I can not begin to guess,
but I want to know, I need to know.

The sun still shines
and blinds me from the growing storm
but it can not hide its darkening realities forever.
Before it reaches me, before it traps me
in a world where I can no longer
tell truth from my own fears,
tell me.

Please don’t leave me
wondering what it is you think of me.