Do you see now?

Estantia's Stories



I cradle my heart gently,
rock it, like soothing a babe to sleep,
or comforting a sad child,
or a weeping friend.
Do you see now why I rock my heart?

When I think of what could have happened,
could happen,
might happen,
if that did happen.
Do you see now why I cradle my heart in silence?

A small sun,
blazing with feeling,
with laughter,
with sadness.
Do you see now why my lips are sealed?

A stray thought creeps into my mind,
I see you,
and a girl,
and not me.
You see now why I am cradling my heart at the thought of that future.