A Poem of Frustration

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.

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