I'm Trying To See You

September 7, 2006

I’m trying to see you
Behind the glasses though I can’t
The third member of this party
Our meeting was one of chance

To shy to look you in the eye
Straps on your shoulders became the focus
A mix of tan, freckle, and skin
Kept my attention, gave me a little trust

A sucker for hair that cradles the chin
Smiles wide and bright as lights
Don’t matter what words come out of your mouth
You’ve already reached the height

Didn’t do much, did enough
I’ve placed you where you’ll stay
The figurative shoebox
Where sleeping dogs tend to play

So when an attempt is made to sleep
I start to rustle and turn
A move is made to take you out
Because the denial turns to yearn