You are mine in every sense of the word,
but I cannot force your hand.
I sway between devotion and despair,
begging you to meet me somewhere,
in the solemn space between.
But I’ll settle for you anywhere.

I’ll settle for my words to fall on deaf ears,
for my wanting to go unnoticed,
if it means you’ll still be there.
I won’t walk away from the life we said we’d share.

We’ve endured a love so profound,
that it’s bigger than ourselves.
Let me lay with you.
We can nestle into the fracture,
then maybe I won’t feel such a gap.

I want to say we’ll overcome anything,
but I’m not sure I can keep shouting into the wind.
My throat hurts.