The sound of the rain on the window wakes me up
It’s been a long, fitful sleep.
I’ve been dreaming about you again.
That one night, when we shared a kiss.
Firmly etched in my mind.
I’ve loved you from afar, for so long.
When you were in someone else’s arms.
Last night I told you how I felt.
Then I ran from you.
Hoping you didn’t hear me in that crowded room.
Missed calls and texts on my phone.
I’m afraid to answer them.
I’m afraid of what we could be.
I’m afraid to let myself be loved.
The sound of the thunder brings me back to life.
You call again. This time, this time, I’ll answer.
-Kim V. Poetry