Narcisuss

I kneel down.

The grass is wet with morning dew,

But I ignore it.

Something else is there.

I peer over,

My mouth open in awe,

Like a child on his birthday.

Who is this?

He puzzles me,

This man.

I wave,

And he returns it.

I ask his name, but he stays silent.

I kneel here,

Unaware

Of the sun rising and setting

Again and again.

Im lost in this man’s face.

I can’t stand it,

Not any longer.

I lean forward,

My hand reaching to his cheek.

And I am falling.

Down,

Down,

Down.

I sink.

xx Anonymous #2