Feel

How do I feel:

With my hands, with my heart, with my thought

She doesn’t see me...

My feelings

Not all of me - only the parts that fortify her world

But not all of me...

My feelings...

Not really.

And why?

... Because I am different?

... Because I am truthful?

... Because ...

I Am.

Perhaps

And so it is

Together,

Our hands do not hold,

Our hearts do not beat,

Our mind do not soar,

And why?

Well,

How does she feel?