Time to Time
Time to time, I wonder why,
if love exists, then why not I?
Am I too much, or not enough?
Too quiet, too lost, too tough?
No one calls, no one stays,
no one asks if I’m okay.
I fill my hands with endless tasks,
to silence thoughts I dare not ask.
I need a voice, a steady light,
a hand to hold on heavy nights.
Someone who won’t turn away,
who sees my heart and lets it stay.
But fairy tales fade, I’ve learned too well,
sweet words turn bitter, stories swell.
I give my all, I stay so true,
yet all I get is nothing new.
So I bury myself in work and dreams,
in pixels, codes, and silent screams.
I long for life, to dance, to shine,
but crowds are loud, and they aren’t mine.
How do I explain what lingers deep,
the ache, the want, the love I keep?
Perhaps in words, in lines, in rhyme,
perhaps in whispers lost in time.
Vic Evora
7hGreat poem albeit a sad story.