I kill my
Interminable time, wondering
If my small love is enough;
Wide enough to traverse the
Distances
You and I often cannot;
Whether it will
Dull and darken and
Wither and wane
And fade in the face of
So many days.
Will my small love
Outlive greater bigger
Stronger brighter
Lights that threaten
To swallow us whole?
Memories threaten to
Be such sickly reminders
Of what's meant more
To you and I, and I
Wish that
You'd have the same
Fears as mine
So maybe they
Could hesitatingly
Outstretch and meet
For a kiss, halfway.
