I Wish I Could Love You

The sky looks almost metallic from where I lie in the damp grass, like mercury

He lies beside me, blue eyes aimed upward like mine, a silhouette of perfection

We often find our eyes to the setting sky, searching it long, desperately

Never once finding it, whatever it is, making sadness fill us again

His eyes study me now, they do that sometimes, reading me

I wonder what he sees, does his mind show her?

Or does he see me instead? Broken and lonely

I know his heart rests not with me

Like his hand rests gently on mine

My heart rests elsewhere as well

I wish I loved him

I wish to lie

But I can’t

His hand

Tightens