I hope you never ask me to leave
The memory of this night, or your hand on mine,
And the little lies we have dared to believe.
Maybe your words and my faith deceive
The cynicism we work so hard to align,
And the fear that will soon ask me to leave.
Will you feel my absence, I wonder, or grieve
The emptinesses of space and futility of line
In the syntax of the lies we dare to believe.
Concoctions that arms and legs in tandem weave
To stop and slow the sands of passing time
Have now slowed, in time for me to leave.
The distances that separate us may cleave
Desire and halt hope and show us no sign
Of horizons that lie beyond what we believe.
May my hope find its home on the eave
Of possibilities- may your kisses live on my spine
For long enough for me to not leave
All that lies between our breaths to believe.
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