The Intimate of Inner Vision

This is the truth of it—
when I want to write,
the moment I long to feel you,
just then—
suddenly, trying to hold back the pain,
something inside my chest writhes for a while.

In wild abandon you come and sit before me,
touch your lips to my tears.

Yet—
no one else can see you!
So many pass by with their words,
but none sense your presence, not even a trace.

Why do you come again and again,
knowing you'll receive nothing in return?
Like invisible feelings themselves,
will you too fade away one day?

The time has come!
What is this!
Why do you stand there so indifferent?
Won't you leave then?

If this continues—
your coming and going
filling my vision,
I will no longer remain within myself.
Shedding my shell,
I'll begin to live in your cage instead.