Gentleman
I run with my words
Racing my thoughts
Getting ahead of my emotions
Because I’m scared you’ll turn away before I’m done
But then I pause
To catch my breath
And realise you’re still listening
And also that I’ve forgotten what I was saying
Then you hold me close
In a way, I’ve never known
But, which makes me forget
How life was before it began
When, at length,
We move apart,
You look just as you always do
Gruff and gentle
You consider my frantic
“What? What? What?”s
And tell me I have a lot of fears, many I need not,
And then you hug me again
I giggle and thank you
When you ask, “For what?”
I reply, “For being the man in gentleman”
“Also the gentle in gentleman”, I add afterthought
You feel like home. You feel like mine. My very own. Home.
I might look here
And I might look there
But for even a moment
Dare you not think that I wasn’t there.
It’s the game of hide and seek
And you might wonder
Is he there? Or is he gone?
And if yes. Oh. But where?
What? What? What?
I hear you say
But. But. But.
I stammer away with no words to say.
Wipe your mind off every fear
It wasn’t you that was gone
Scare away that tiny tear
Pssst. I wanna say, Home is back.
@Brad: *Hugs* Lovely, as always, my dear A.E. You still match me note for note.
I love it, Ramya. The best of your poems posted here.
@Sharanya: Muchly thengyu!