The Woman I Can't Love Poem by John Walker

You stand in a light I cannot reach,
a flame too close, yet far from touch.
The world carves space between our hands,
though every glance still says too much.

Your laughter lingers—soft as rain,
a melody I'm not allowed to keep.
I turn away, but in the silence,
your shadow follows me through sleep.

Fate is cruel in how it weaves,
binding hearts yet keeping them apart.
I hold the weight of what can't be,
an unspoken ache within my heart.

So I'll love you in the quiet ways—
a whispered prayer, a hidden song.
A tender truth I'll never speak:
to love you feels both right and wrong.