Soon Be Gone

I can’t remember your face,

Or the way you smile.

I don’t remember your laugh

Or your passions.

I’ll probably die before I realize

What is in front of me—

I’m too austere to realize

What’s before my eyes until it’s gone.

Blocked by fear you are my inhibition;

I’m afraid you too will soon be gone.

Why must I sit here in silence

When you are what I wanted

All along.