I suppose there will always be a part of me that will wait for you in doorways Stepping over the threshold Hesitating Contemplating Looking back Then moving forward Each time the pause becoming less Underneath the stairwells of bookstores
I will search for your face in the crowds And for your footsteps along the shorelines I will feel your presence in places we used to visit Perhaps this may never stop
For you were woven into my life as a piece of the fabric A part of who I was A force in who I was going to be You were a friend that I expected for always Someone to grow alongside myself
But then you turned your head and shut your eyes Seduced by the promise of a remedy for your lovelessness A body to temper the loneliness Leaving me to search for your face through caverns of fog And wondering why I am so often a second thought for you
I used to be angry But that potency is fading with time And someday you will be a memory
Yet in this subsiding bitterness I shall keep your secrets safe The secrets that drip from your lips and waver in your eyes You are different than me though, love And I shall find peace in the comfort that mine were never yours to know