My love, I still wish I could pull you close,
my hand along the curve of your spine,
and kiss your cheek, feel
you blush underneath my lips
and run my fingers through your hair,
all the while remaining open to you
--if you were to whisper to me a suggestion
that we might run away together
and leave everything else behind,
and our hearts would race because
we just might do it.
But love,
as I pine away after you,
I wonder if I'm more than this infant
who can plot and scheme to conquer your heart
but who at the end would relinquish all pride
to kick and scream.
I don't want
what we had,
each of us with our agendas
so in the shape of each other
that I'm sure it's been ages since I've seen
into your eyes and since you've seen
into mine.
My love, all I want is to find the courage to love again,
and so I pray that some bravery exists within
the heart of this goodbye, in which I wish you the same.