A sliver of the Moon

A Poem by Sufian

Experimenting. At the time I wrote this piece of prose, I was heavily under the influence of a ginormous crush on an unattainable girl I know, who's Muslim. Unattainable mainly because I'm not.

I see you everyday. I want to see you everyday. I’m not easily swept away by beauty; charming me to the point of impressing me is a tough job. Yet your mere existence makes me wonder: how can it be? How can blind forces of nature create someone so perfect, so flawless and someone so utterly beautiful like you? Your being fails language; you are beyond what words can offer to do. I can forever fathom the depths to which you toy my heart, and I can forever gaze into your beauty and never fully comprehend it. I do not know how many hearts and souls it would take to contain my love for you and how many storms I would endure for you to be by my side. And when you look at me, I am struck by the same degree of awe as when one realizes a great truth about the universe; when one tries to realize something that is beyond their imagination. You make bare eye contact something piercingly profound.

It’s a beautiful, breezy day. You are sitting and I am lying with my head on your lap. Your gentle, delicate fingers are playfully caressing my hair, and you are talking aimlessly and lightly about everything that comes to your mind. And I hear you say my name often. I listen to you quietly and contently, and feel like the happiest person one can ever hope to be. This is my dream. This is all I desire. I want nothing more.

Alas, we can never be, and that breaks my heart to pieces.