They say they're too young for me
They see right through me
and brush me off with coy excuses
Tearful, I retreat
behind a wall eroded by longing
Race to resemble them -
dress in deceit
disavow insight
Follow them
and I will be revealed -
a hunter quarrying the translucent shadows
At night you will see tears
seep from a ringed star
fixed at the ends of existence