He

He follows me 

every whisper spoken

each word that has fallen unto this white paper he reads

and like the bread crumbs on the ground 

I have placed them there purposefully 

He is craving, a desire that upon sight my temperature rises

my breathing becomes heavy 

and my mind can no longer focus

I am drawn into him 

 I am now smitten

filled with the possibilities

and yet ...

 fearful of opening a door long since shut

The same key still lies on the table
Tumble weeds litter my backyard
One year has passed

Hopeful

He sleeps unaware of my desire
The sun returns to the morning
Still hopeful

Inspiration left with no desire
A knife driven into empty minds
Clouds with no silver lining

Forgive me as I reinvent...