Sonnet 1 Poem by Shelby Burnside

snow falls; blanketing all, blinding my eyes from that i do not wish to see
as much as i make of this; its no worse, but its no better
if you look into my eyes i'm nothing short of who i'm meant to be
pages and more pages i've written him, but i've never sent that letter
at first was it fear? but really its ignorance. no disappointment there
but still knowing that, i've written, to think maybe i'll send it; but then again i know
the challenge then lies in waiting, for nothing, because i forget to care
remembering isn't hard; its the holding back of tears when trying to let go
of the fact that he'll forget of the memories, the dreams, the days we shared
i've spent countless hours tossing and now the turnings stopped
the clock still chimes, the sun still shines, and the man in the moon still stares
but things do change and they did change because my heart no longer dropped
the deafening roar is a hum and the sting is all but gone away
look up to the clouds and maybe still, some day we'll float away.