I once mistook a bed sheet drying in the wind for a white flag
maybe surrender is love, you may quote this

it's the small things that I notice, the way she strokes the back of her head when she's thinking as if comfortably reassuring that the answers will come

I always had the answers but never to the questions that were important;
like why can't I surrender my heart
why does it hurt so much to let you go
there are so many things I don't know
but she's not here to ask her
so I forgo the answers

I will continue to hang my heart out to dry
a red flag for all who look my way
there are no words that I need say
just a come what may
it came and went and came again
I'm still the same my friend

maybe the answers will never arrive
maybe I need to surrender instead of survive
there have been so many maybes and may days but lately it's too much
I miss your touch
not physical but the way you were able to breech my barriers,
you touched my heart as cheesy as that sounds
but I'm a romantic so I'm pro dairy

my poems have become my diary
I milk my heart for all its worth
for all its hurt and pain
I would do it again
fall in love with you.