Well. Recitation

This poem was a personal challenge for myself. I wanted to insert a secret message within the poem (can you figure out what it is?), while simultaneously trying to convey that message without outright saying it. I had to imagine myself in a time where I was secretly in love with someone who I was not ready to confess to yet.

Either way, it was a joy to write this poem and I hope you guys enjoy my recitation of it.

Well.

i won’t admit it

I dream of holding you close to me, skin to skin.

Longing for your touch, i ask myself do i live up to my name?

Over distances cut short, i imagine your life where your time belonged to me instead.

Voices swim, the sound brings the calm. each time you speak a wall comes down.

Echoes tend to bounce on my skin, i am a trampoline for impossible ideas.

Yet while resting i like to imagine

Our future in my head

“Us” doesn’t seem that far.

i won’t admit it. not yet.