And a Possible Future of Where We’ve Been
This is how I much I care for her,
I must let her be.
Rather than cage a magnificent bird,
I prefer her flying free.
And yet, I find myself
wishing for the cage,
not for her, but for me.
I crave the uncertainty of togetherness,
of her lying back in my arms,
adjusting herself slightly for comfort,
her palm a delicate stroke on my cheek
as a guide for me to lean in to kiss our smiles.