oh yes I know you
a man who has no right to love
but loves
a man who cannot acknowledge me
a man who must think of me
and imagine what my life must be
but can’t come to me
oh that we were in a book
and had that sort of strength and constancy
and could conveniently kill off all who stand between us
oh that we could hear each other’s voices in dreams
oh that you would wait for me
and that I’d come
by Cher Bibler
Gypsy Hollow Review 