Restless Poem by Denn Meneses

Looking through eyes
that don’t see
I feel the surge of passion
struggling to be free.

Afraid of tomorrow?
Think of the afterglow.
There are things
better felt than said
but it eases the aching
when the heart often reckless
takes over the reckoning.

People touch,
and then they’re gone.
We touched, breathlessly,
and we’re haunted
by the careless whispers
of desire undaunted.

Hold on to the feeling
until it bleeds
from trying so hard
to ignore the hurting.

I can see through
the cold mask
the lonely wall
it doesn’t hide
the reason of it all.

Even if I couldn’t
bloom for you
- oh, how late I was
in finding you! –
I’ll cope with the thought
just seeing you
and knowing you’re there
to keep the memory
from fading.

Save me a place in your heart
and I’ll save me a dream.