Pining

A Poem

Photo by Aziz Acharki on Unsplash

i wonder what will happen
if i’m standing here
at the end of a decade
and wondering
what became of your lines.

i wonder what will happen
if i continue to watch
as you glide among fancies
and flutter,
a butterfly drunk on sugar.

i wonder what happens
if you just sit there
and smile as they cater to you,
minding boredom,
till the end of time again and again.

i wonder what happens
if you let one of them inside —
someone who’s not me —
the chance
to reach you gone again and again.

i wonder what you think
behind that lens,
behind that page,
a faraway muse
driving me mad each day.

i wonder what you think
behind that sphere,
behind that toast,
a gilded hero
standing in shades of gray.