Poetry Sessions| M.C. Ober

The Gallery Art

You we like a piece of artwork covered by a glass case
I watched and observed
But I could never touche
There were so many barriers between us
I could never feel
I could never speak to you
And you would never know what I felt
You probably didn't even realise I was in the gallery
The gallery where all I could see was you
You were the pillow that I stumbled into after a long day
and let my head rest on every night
When I closed my eyes I knew I would be safe
And secure
And loved
I knew my thoughts and dreams were kept secret between us
But you would never really know how I felt
I came to the art gallery to see you
You could never see back
I didn't mind
I new I couldn't afford you
I was like the brochure that lay crumpled on the floor of the gallery every night
That had everything about you written inside
But you would never see me on your pedestal
While you stood tall and valued
I was off to the side watching and observing
But never touching
Because some things are to heavenly and pure for someone like me to touch

Ok so this isn't great but I'm publishing poetry for myself to reflect on and grow from.
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