I love you
But, for now, I need to not love you,
Until you wake,
Until you learn,
Until you finally and honestly realise
Who it is I am loving.
This is no merging of memories
That I have shaped into you.
This is you -
In your beauty,
In your cruelty,
Just as we are all beautiful and cruel.
And I could love all those things
Over and again.
But only when, one lonely midnight hour,
You lurch and scream with the pain you put in my heart.
When, one silent moment,
You weep at your own reflection.
You are not, never were,
The key to my worth, my growth
But neither am I yours.
Yet I was, always was,
Your truthful mirror.
Now you must be your own in my absence.
Until the fires smoke on the mountains,
Until the river runs cool on our skin,
Until you speak of your dark, your light,
Your purest blue
Your truest green.

Until then...