depending on
how you see it

and assuming
you believe it

the way to
receive it

lies in the
beautiful
way that you
leave it

how could you
let me go
with such
indifference?

how do you
survive
the days

        (and how do i)

knowing
how close
we are?

and yet..

i guess

too
far

and if
i admit it
am i
weak
because
i need
you?

this
is not
logical

i know

but
this is
my fear

that book
scared me
because
how did you
know
that
i needed it?

when you went away
to join the war
i made a bracelet for you

(rose quartz
labradorite
and jet)

and when you returned,
you gave it back

much to my dismay

but now
the bracelet
is on my wrist
everyday

to remind me
about
what you gave away

too little
heart

too late
to depart

too much
dreaming
from the
start

these days
i'm driving a little faster
with a little less fear

some days
i might be a bit
reckless

i realized
the other day
that
i can no longer feel
my
fire heart

most days
i don't see
anything