An Adult Crush

It’s weird to be in a place as a “grown” man where I am writing poetry about a crush. What they don’t tell you as an adult: when you have a crush in your younger years it is the unknown that can keep you from speaking to the other person. As an adult: it is fear from of the past that keeps you in place. There have been interactions with this other person, all awkward, and missed opportunities on my part. As I reflect on what exactly causes this I settle on the same thing: fear of the past. I do not hope to possess anyone, I want to intertwine my fate with another persons of choice not desire— which all speaks to a much deeper problem we have in society where relationships are view as trophies won and not fates crossed. Anyway, this is about to veer into unknown territory, if you’ve read this far: THANK YOU!

An Adult Crush

From across the room, a bright light:

As if a galaxy twinkling in the night:

Shyly observing everything:

My mind-willing fate:

A million light years between:

Something inside me awakens:

This ancient feen:

Keeping me from crossing the universe.

EJB