“But could you promise to come back?”
I wanted to ask, but didn’t.
Deep down, Perhaps I figured
some answers are your worst nightmare.
“I will hold on till am able, till I can hold on no longer
A day, a month, a year. Centuries, even.”
I say it again and again, as if my saying
Be his reason for his staying
Taken captive by the poetry in his fingers
And days of endless passion,
And boundless longings..
now, once again our lives are a whirlwind,
hanging on indecisions
The hours and lies and people and morals
Everything takes a toll on a young girls heart
But I’m holding on, with him in me,
With hopes and dreams of all that we left halfway..
Hands still clutching his shirt
Tip of my nose nestled against his chest
As I begin to weep,
He foddles me tighter plays with my hair,
Kisses my forehead, looks out of the window
And says nothing.. nothing…