I hold him close and feel his warmth seep into my soul
Like rain into dirt.
Hope and all the feelings he gives overcome me
and i have to cry out,
“Get out, I don’t need you,”
when the truth is i’ve never needed anything more.
He looks at me and I brace myself for the tears that I know are coming.
I prepare to tell him im sorry but things change,
people grow, life moves on.
I think this waiting for tears to come.
But they don’t Instead he smiles and pulls me closer,
and I know i won’t leave again.

Posted in: Poetry by t916