With Truth

The rhythmic tapping of your fingers is what first drew my eye to you.  

Captivated by your lovely melody, I stared across the classroom 

This is but the first whisper of truth that can never grace your ears. 

 

 

When the cold air is blessed with a breath of warmth you live in the garden. 

Your peal of laughter rings with the rose scented wind, music to my deafened ears 

The second of truths to never feel your touch. 

 

 

The doors opening with a bang releasing us for the last time. 

Your brilliant smile so filled with joy, my heart stops then skips a beat 

The third truth that will never leave my lips. 

 

 

His song is what your fingers are tapping when I first saw you. 

Your gleeful laughter brushed across my face, caused by his joke 

These truths are cold from lack of you. 

 

 

The cracking I hear while watching you with him. 

Your love that you so willingly give, to everyone but me 

Because with these truths there is sorrow