longing in my heart
call out your name under those stars
I can't, i am not allowed to take a step

memories in my head
every night my hands give in, lying on the floor
my painful heart
I can't, i am not ready yet

yearning for you
wrap my body with your scent, something is missing
your heartbeat
I can't, i miss you

happiness, photographs on my left hand
glimmers of hope, make a turn
I can't, i am holding on

the warmth of your neck
those songs, let me lay on your chest
come to me
not yet, I can't. I love you.

you and i
we'll move on
and forget all of this.

and maybe we'll even
find whatever it was that
we were looking for elsewhere.

and perhaps
we'll understand
why it ended the way it did.

but what we had
was precious and it'll
always exist somewhere.

in dying leaves and
the silences we shared
and maybe, the moon too.

Don't worry, love,
I know those gates of stone
stand firmly
to guard the most precious parts
of your soul.

I am not here like the others;
not as a warrior
planning a siege
or a strategist
plotting to knock them down.

I respect your walls too much.

You have fought in more wars
than most;
you have been betrayed by more loves
than most could survive -
your walls are the result
of your scars.

So here I stand before you,
my weapons laid down,
my intentions spread out before the Sun,
with nothing in my hands
but open palms,
asking you
to let me in.

Show me, love,
all those terrible,
beautiful
wild flowers
growing in your garden -
I want to do nothing
but paint them to remember,
and carry their fallen petals
safely in my heart.

Open up to me, please,
my love -
I am already yours.