the invitation

will always
show
what
you
welcomed
openly

...
that which
you

now

deny
so
vehemently

the wind is deafening
no one is near
we held hands again
and kissed by the pier

we are a photo
we are a memory
destined for something
yet not meant to be

together
we walked back to the beach
and
replayed that one time

but
you're not mine
you're not mine
you're not mine

i know
who you are
to me
and i want to
just

say it

openly

share it
with everyone

celebrate it
and
live it

with you

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?