Keeping Him In The Heart
He’s left my room
And out the door.
The urge
And need
For me to confess
All the things
Held hidden
The whole time
He had me in his arms
Were begging
To be freed
From the prison
Behind the ribcage.
But I keep them shackled
In the dark
And pushed down
Against the floor,
Because I know
He’d react
With bitterness
And a cold breath.
He’d have fear
And turn away
And never
Give me his words
In return,
(Because he loves me
And is afraid for both of us?
Because my doubts were true?
He never did?)
So I stay here,
For myself
And even
One day for him
If he ever
Gets cut.
My steps will stay
To say hello and
I’ll have my arms out parallel for him,
My shoulder laid out,
And my ears without a door.
Call it foolish,
Or call it love…
I realize it’s both.