All I want is your love. You’ve both
been saying that for years now, and
I think I finally believe you. It only
took nearly four years, and crashing
and burning. You’re still sitting with me,
even as I rage at my own frustration at this.
You suggest I go back to where I started,
writing letters and poetry to you.
Anything else can come later.
Help me be still, to love you here,
to build something where I do not need
to leave this world to hold you.