by Walker Watson
You are the sun all flowers seek,
Their aching stems bent toward your light—
While I, unseen, stay small and weak,
A shadow fading out of sight.
You cradle beauty none can claim,
And never turned to meet my gaze.
My love, a ghost that whispers name,
Haunts hollow rooms and wasted days.
You cradle beauty none can keep,
While I, unnoticed, break apart.
My longing sinks where secrets sleep,
A graveyard built inside my heart.