by Adam Sifre
But of course I didn't. We never do.
Your heart is a minefield.
How do I capture it again without killing myself?
I reach out.
Terrified to move.
If I tell you “I love you,” will my reward be
a smile or pain?
A kiss or tears?
How can I risk that?
How can I not?
If I reach out to hold you will
you embrace me and let me breathe?
Or will you hesitate, pull slightly away,
and destroy me?
I am lost, drowning, so far gone that
sometimes I forget you are lost too.
So I just stand here and hope.
Hope that we find each other again.