Maybe, Just Maybe

I marvel as he continues to draw me even still, and it causes the flickers of hope to ignite within me that maybe,



The tiny apparatus beneath my tongue, The one that forms a phrase, and gives me strength to speak it, Disappeared whenever I saw him. Words - once friends, companions, Would flee. His face, so striking, It rendered me speechless. His beauty - erased every eloquent phrase From my memory. And it wasn't like he was …