I'm Afraid You Don't Feel the Way I Do

For the person I'm afraid to put initials up

I hear pianos playing,
Softly, sweetly,
In the distance.

I see you dancing,
Among the trees,
To the music.

You turn around,
I see your graceful eyes,
So pretty, like a lake in June.

I'm afraid...
To go to you...
To be with you...

I'm afraid you don't feel the way I do,
My heart so is broken,
It is fragile, like glass.

I'm so far away...
Tears flood my eyes...
I run...

You run, too,
Your face steady, worried,
 Following my trail of tears.

I feel your hand,
I grab tightly to mine.
I don't turn.

You speak,
Sweetly and deeply,
Like the soft music playing.

You tell me,
'It's alright.'
But I'm so scared...

You embrace me,
My head in your chest,
You hum softly to the music.

'This isn't real,'
'This isn't real,'
I tell myself.

In your strong arms,
So surreal,
So perplexing.

I want to rip away,
My anxiety bursting,
I let you hold me still.

You start to dance again,
You take me with you steadily.
Waltzing, like no one, sees us.

You hum still...
I hold tighter...
We slip away...

When it's dark...
You disappear...
I'm along by the tree...

A figment...
I was tricked by my mind...
I collapse in the field by the tree...

I'm tired,
So I sleep in my dream...
Your humming in my ears.

Your words still in my mind,
They ring like the bells of Notre Dame,
'It's alright.'

The pianos...
Their music fading...
You... fade, too.