March 26

Holding you in my arms, “This is our way”, or so I thought.

Believing I was engaging in a kind of Love that can’t be taught..

Not knowing if you were ever really here,

Just hoping you’d agree.

Thinking it was two this whole time: Me.

No soft arrivals, I had to be pried open to See..

I asked for this truth though, I asked to be free.

Maybe I should have known,

or does it feel safe in the ambiguity?

Anything that needed to be continually convincing,

Just wasn’t for me.