I know you’re going to leave, but I’ll still try
and keep you for as long as I can-

Every time you leave the ache pulsates
and tightens in my throat- I die a little

That warning sign; those dreaded words
“Well hon…” that I know come just before
you’re going to tell me you have to go are
ringing in my ears

I’ll ramble to detain you, to keep you from
saying them. Please don’t say them…
shhh

I can’t make the best of it and hide my
Feelings, I just don’t know how

My heart chokes for you and your gentle
smile, I need your strong hands on my
shoulders pulling me into your embrace
and rocking with me

It’s not enough that I have your picture, it’s
not enough that I have your letters of love
the memories are not enough when everything
I have- everything I am is starving and needs
to be fed by you

Stay and flirt with me in whispers once more
while you tease me with touches in a hidden
tunnel where water puddles at the entrance

Take my palm and let your mouth and tongue
tell my fortune while your eyes gaze through
mine to release the clutch that’s causing this
ache in my heart

Stay and wait for the answer

Stay and listen to the faintest sounds of my heart
calling out to you in a glorious song; searching for
you; wanting you.

My heart refuses to hear “well hon…” because
Well hon…it has been released and it’s strong and
Powerful and will suppress any thoughts of you
leaving



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