Given time, an ache
will go to snooze
But from time to time,
will wake, ready to sting
as
a wound that will cede
but later may bleed

If you claim to love me,
But that love does not inspire action,
If that love does not compel you to respond to it
With every cell in your body agreeing
And every beat of your heart
Matching the thud of your feet as you run after What it wants most
If it’s not that kind of love
Keep it

When sorrow comes, a person gets stuck
And
When happiness comes, a person goes astray.

I hope that one day
you come home with
somebody you
really love,

But more than
anything,
I hope that
person is
you.