Four Lads Stacked In A Trench Coat

Sometimes Something

Sometimes something
catches my eye
and refuses to leave me alone.
In my thoughts it's
the opposite of intrusive,
random, and/or nagging.
It's a call I'd die to answer;
a song with no end.
But I can't. I can't.
It remains locked in a box
just out of reach and
always taunting me, tenderly.
And my eyes, they fill
with a brine of wonder
and stuttering sighs.
This thought knows. She knows.
I believe, and how,
and I don't want to leave,
but I don't know how.