Infatuated

I speak and you listen.
Still you cannot see.
You are enclosed, your secrets only to yourself.
Our private jokes, I want them more than poems can tell.

I can sense you around me,
When you are not here,
Your name and scent ring around my head,
I want to tell you everything, but I stop myself,
Forever the fool.

We talk daily,
For hours it seems,
All tension and no movement.

If I could pull up the courage,
I'd tell you how you make me so abnormal.
Thank you for reminding me that I still exist.