A Writer's Remorse

I launched my rocket
With a fanfare known only by my heart
And walked away.
No less encompassed was I
By a ceremonious stride
As I thought about the passions
That I fought to mask
Underneath the words I scrawled inside.

Will he read through me?
Will the gaping emptiness between
Each carefully written word reveal
The inexplicable longing that I feel?

© 2001, Jennifer D. Lac Kamp